Pit Viper - 10,000 Maniacs

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 she’d the coil

Fall of garland leaves

Below the soil