Hears with his skin
Smells with his tongue
Breathes under sand with one lung
Skull and four-piece jaw...
Are floatin' in his head
His Venom is said to cure the dead
He copulates for days
Oh, with fifty at once
He is as thick as a tree trunk
His branch is a rack
Of antlers of snakes
With horns made of snakes with horns
He takes off his skin
Breaks off his tail
Breaks [?]
Beneath transparent scales
The diamond in his forehead is said to bring the luck...
In hunting, rain-making, and love
[?] at the bone
[?]
Scores of canyon walls [?] with his horns
A snake with horns
Growing out his head
Made of snakes with horns
Made of snakes
A snake with horns
Growing out of his head
Made of snakes with horns
Made of snakes with horns
The blood in his heart
Is the blood of us all
In every [?]
In every name