Deep in the catacombs where the blackness thrives A serpent lies waiting with death in its eyes King of all serpents, from a rooster’s damned egg— One glance from the monster will strike you stone-dead! Slithering through labyrinths carved in cold stone, Its venomous hissing cuts straight to your bone On two legs or four, so the old sailors say, Meet the beast’s stare and you’ll turn stone by day! Shut your eyes—don’t stare at the beast! Or you’ll be the next of its cold, stony feast! Steel your nerve and lift your glass— Pray this cursed moment will pass! Basilisk! The serpent king of old! Basilisk! Its gaze turns blood to ice and bone! Stone by stone, it harvests every soul In the depths where the shadows take their toll! Basilisk! No mercy, no escape! Basilisk! A statue condemned to stony fate! Raise your rum and sing this tale tonight Of the beast that kills with just its sight! A rooster’s crow can strike the beast stone-dead, Or a weasel’s fury burrow through its head But what mad soul dares stand before the damned thing? When its sickly yellow stare brings death on black wings! Petrified corpses crowd the corridor floor— No plunder awaits any hero anymore! Their screaming faces frozen in stone, Forever trapped, forever alone! Shut your eyes—don’t stare at the beast! Or you’ll be the next of its cold, stony feast! Steel your nerve and lift your glass— Pray this cursed moment will pass! Basilisk! The serpent king of old! Basilisk! Its gaze turns blood to ice and bone! Stone by stone, it harvests every soul In the depths where the shadows take their toll! Basilisk! No mercy, no escape! Basilisk! A statue condemned to stony fate! Raise your rum and sing this tale tonight Of the beast that kills with just its sight! In a cursed hidden chamber it waits… Crooked guardian of treasure and fate… Fangs dripping venom, scales black as night The ultimate predator, bane of all light! But I stand my ground and raise the glass! I’ll shatter its reign at last! Watch the horror meet its own damnation’s eye! And in its cursed reflection, die! Basilisk! The serpent king lies slain! Basilisk! Its end is now our refrain! Drink to the hero who dared to prevail— Tonight we celebrate with rum and ale! Basilisk! Its reign has met its end! Basilisk! On that you can depend! Raise your tankards high into the night— We’ve conquered the beast with its deathly sight! So heed this old tale when you venture below— Keep a mirror at hand and let bravery grow For the basilisk may be gone, but legends remain Of the serpent whose gaze brought eternal pain! Yarrr!
