Serpent King!
Serpent King!
Whose eyes are glowing green!
Your handsome face
And loving charm,
No woman can resist.
Your forest home,
The seductive moon,
You lure them to your nest.
Your invincible strength,
Your great intelligence,
A pity for the girls.
You grab their souls,
As they lay weak,
For the woman that you love.
She lay on your bed,
As pale as stone,
The Empress of the Snakes.
One hundred souls,
Of virgin girls,
To bring her back again.
To feel her lips,
And ran your hands,
On her beautiful ebony hair.
To rule the world,
With her on your side,
To avenge her loving death.
Your venom army,
Of the silent ground,
As Serpent King once more.
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