[ lyrics: Natalie Merchant/music: Steve Gustafson ]
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
