Your fangs inject poison into every man you meet,
You're a serpent and you devour everything you seek,
If we ever cross paths I'm sure I won't greet,
I will not be a victim of the hearts that you feast,

See your lust make men weak,
And you give them what they seek,
But you're wicked truly a beast,
You're despicable thinking you're sweet,

This chess game that you've mastered,
Have caused many disasters,
So the soul in you I will capture,
Before I let you take me bastard,

I'm aware of what you're after,
A man with my golden stature,
To get caught up in your rapture,
Your spells don't tempt me you caster,

So begone with your wicked ways,
Try not again on this stage,
Or you'll throw me into a rage,
And your life I will not save,

Instead I'll give you this stake,
Through your poison heart you snake,
Taking all of your breath away,
As you depart into hell's gates.