Hissing sounds
 From a cleft tongue
 A vexed sinister creation
 Sliding slowly from side to side
 In the shadow of vegetation

 The way of the serpant
 Coiled to defeat
 The way of the serpant
 The circle is complete

 With spiteful intentions
 Ready to cowardly attack
 Blending with the background
 Lurking behind the back
 Sneaking up without a sound

 From the deepest hole in the ground
 Staring deep into its eyes

 As the fangs flash
 And spike the flesh
 Filled with pain and numbness
 Venomous saliva deaths caress