Snake Dance

Such a Silver-Serpant tongue, cruel dance of killer intent.

They tell me it's an evil thing, but I know what they meant.



Movement, heat, fear, hate, distaste, on the tip of my forked tongue is all I taste.



Dance. Dance. Dance.



Wings of a tainted angel reflect sins of a demon, yet I deny nothing.

Perfect I am not, yet here I stand, a proud and loyal being.



Dance. Dance. Dance.



Can you keep up to my beat, the sway, twist, dip, turn, spin of my perfect snake dance?

Twisted in these lies, denials, I surely pitty those who take it all by face value.

Pitty, pitty, pitty it's all I offer you.



Dance. Dance. Dance.



Sucha fool to think that you of all people in this world, could understand my intrepid mind.

Pits and falls, you've lost it all in the dash of scales and open jaw.

Now tell me this, little miss priss, if we kiss will you miss my extended fangs?



Dance. Dance. Dance.



What a waste, lost in this place, full of fear. Did you think you had a chance?

But of course you did, but that's too bad, for you are no match for my snake dance.

And now I say, if you pray, you'll still end up victim to my coils.

For your power is nothing compaired to this royal's.

But please try! Do your best!

Just remember, my eyes can hypnotize, and leave you without breath.

SO!



Dance. Dance. Dance.



You pathetic little thing while my vemon takes it's toll.

My own bite, my birth right, and forever to be quite droll.

Smile as you die, slowly and within time.

For this ending will be forever mine.

But you'll forget what it's like,

After my final strike...