The denizens of midnight have conspired
to part my body from my mortal soul.
Within these swampy waters I am mired,
all hope of rescue snatched from my control.
I schemed my worldly fortune to acquire,
but currency's not traded in this hole
that sucks me under to the depths of hell
for trespassing where fiendish demons dwell.

With arrogance I entered on a trail
that even seasoned guides would not attempt.
They called me to turn back to no avail,
for I was sure my might made me exempt.
Now only Satan's serpents hear me wail,
my pleas for mercy met with their contempt.
Take heed this warning issued through my moans --
from heights the haughty fall to die alone.