Oh do not wish for a thing
'Lest the gods punish you with it all
The things you're looking for you'll never find

In this life
For all the auguries vague
Oracles drunk with a sulphur spring

Still sought the three-faced Hecate
Cursing holes
On moonless nights

For what is more
Forever or never more
Never or forevermore

Seek not the glories of the world
The fleeting beauty of things soon gone
The flowers of the meadow that spiders suck

Black as disease
Don't look for coins in the ground
Don't turn the roadside carcasses

And don't you loaf too long on a crossroads
On moonless nights
This for good kings of Argos

This for their gold and silk
Opium, honey and milk
Up on the navel of the world

Beneath the Mother of Serpents
The fear of life
Burn our future sibylline

In the fires of a Roman dream
Where do we go
Mother of serpents

I don't want to know
The night and Erebus proclaimed
And threefold Hecate of hundred names

Who minds or who revenges injured love
On moonless nights
Oh don't eat the yellow snow

And don't you never give all thy heart
Don't believe the voices of the dead
On moonless nights

This for a coin from the ground
This for what's already mine
- Never ever look behind

Our mother of the Serpents