Slytherin House
Let the green and silver banners,
Hang from the rafters,
Through blood I shall reign,
The two great colors will proclaim.
Let my fangs puncture your vein,
From my lips flows an incantation,
Worse than any sedation,
The secrets of the unforgivable curse.
Fear my strike,
As you try to fill your purse,
For one day I will seek revenge,
As I slither and open my jaws,
Your charms cannot avenge.
No mud bloods,
Just pure rock music,
You cannot break,
The year of the snake,
My words are hypnotic,
As my guitar casts its spell,
Rock in its purest form,
Hiss, yes,
This is the year of the Snake!
