Lyrics:

In the cruel garrison of affection If
worth of lore is true You know the face of a temptress Pit Viper A
witch or enchantress Pit Viper With the malign venom of conceit She
tries Civil men Conceal fear Misgivings When night entreats them A
greater chill sustains Stains her Darkness Shall not inhibit death
blow Know this skin does not restrict her Tear and shed the coil Fall
of garland leaves Below the soil