The serpent ransacks the soulnUttered howling in the nightnShe always does the same dream and she awakes in sweat and fearnAbsolute loss of control, preventive way from suicidenPost-traumatic neurosisnnForced to livenDefenseless, ravaging the inner most beingnLet the serpent ransack your soulnDefenseless, ravaging the inner most beingnRansack your soulnnShe explains the nightmare as she was pushed in a pit of serpentsnParalyzed in the swarming mass, hypnotized by their vicious eyesnFeeling them entering hernThe coldness of their skinnThe suffocation and the sufferingsnUnable to move, praying that all stopsnShe's imploring Death to welcome her in its kingdomnShe asks us for dyingnnUnable to eat, afraid to let anything penetratenSurviving against her will, catheters in her armsnTerrorize her, she feels the medicines poison the blood little by littlenWrapped into silence, laconic and motionlessnnUttered howling in the nightnShe always does the same dream and she awakes in sweat and fearnAs a mental impalementnOnce the serpent has entered, it stays in you forever