Goddess I beseech you: Kill me or make me you
the serpent born from the goddess
scales pink and soft made holy;
never forget kind words, 'o precious
on the path to might and glory.
becoming is but forever growth
renew the frigid skin like art;
for you my dear, the only warmth
is the wisdom of your heart.
breathing in the pure rhythm of gaia
all life strives for transcendence;
on your long journey, loved king cobra
celebrate the charm with a dance!