[ 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