perseus sire waits at the gate?

well, prepare him for the darkest fate

dare he look into my endless eyes?

transformation into cold stone shall be his prize

dare he take a step closer to my gruesome face?

let him know, in hell, the devil's reserved him a place

dare he so much as cast a look at my fearsome head?

the snakes shall spit venom on him and have him dead

so tell him he's welcome to come oh so near

unless, of course, for his life he may fear