It so happens your young students signed a contract
Too bad the price could not be paid
So is it takable? Oh, no!
Unbreakable? Quite, though...
It's possible that we could make a trade
Indeed, we could arrange a sort of mortal option
Give up your royal life to their conclaves
Have your signature written
Or have you're prize pupils bitten
And taken to my palace as my slaves
So now you poor unfortunate soul
You're done! I win!
Now the kingdom of Msomi
Will crumble at my tail
Blame yourself, you wretch! You owe me!
Now my monarch shall set sail
And Pythors will be immortal
Cobra is in control
Taste defeat and agony
You poor unfortunate souls!