In the darkening waylaid night
With my cradle she took her flight
Into the wilderness picking her fight
Can you understand my young mother's plight
Amid the treetops where no one could see
She sang a song and a prayer for me
Laid down my cradle to flow down the stream
Into cold nature and into her dreams
Away from the comforts that burn at the stake
She gave birth to a venom snake
Oh don't you cry no more
On her great pyre she smiled
For she carried lucifer's child
I spit like a snake and I howl at the moon
Before twenty-one winters, and twenty-two soon
My mother's revenge has sharpened my claws
For I only abide by nature's laws
And I will descend on the preacher men's nest
To take my revenge in a feast of their flesh
Away from the comforts that burn at the stake
She gave birth to a venom snake
Oh don't you cry no more
On her great pyre she smiled
For she carried lucifer's child
And if they think in death they'd find rest
My mother awaits them a torturer's guest
So don't you go down, no
Your bended knees wouldn't help
Away from the comforts that burn at the stake
She gave birth to a venom snake
Oh don't you cry no more
On her great pyre she smiled
For she carried lucifer's child