[Verse:]
In the cruel garrison of affection
If worth of lore is true
You know the face of a temptress
A pit viper
A witch or enchantress
A pit viper
With the malign venom of conceit
She tries civil men
To conceal fear
And misgivings
When night greets them
A deeper chill sustains
And stains her
With darkness
The d**h blow
Know this skin does not restrict her
She'll tear and shed the coil
The fall of garland leaves
Below the soil