His smile fair as spring, as towards him he draws you His tongue sharp and silvery, as he implores you Your wishes he grants, as he swears to adore you Gold, silver, jewels – he lays riches before you Dues need be repaid, and he will come for you All to reclaim, no smile to console you He’ll snare you in bonds, eyes glowing’, a fire To gore and torment you, till the stars expire
