[Verse 1] A lotus white, a graceful sight, adorned the black pond's face; It drew me in with virgin light, with beauty and with grace. I reached to touch its gentle stem, so fragile and so slight, To wash my face with dewy gem in morning's early light. [Verse 2] But in that hour, a horrid guard appeared before my eyes: A giant serpent, black and hard, was watching in disguise. I'm sure that I would meet my death, my life would be his prey, If I had dared to steal a breath and take that flower away. [Bridge] Too often we see beauty's guile when it is far too late, Or in the final, fleeting while, we seal our bitter fate. [Outro] A lethal bite into the heart, a final, painful cry, When beauty shows its serpent part before we have to die… [End]
