The Hydra's Teeth

The finest crew ever assembled, to Colchis, their destination
A kingdom’s fortunes in the branches of a tree
But terror springs up from the ground

Born of the dragon’s mouth, seeds of death planted in barren soil

The Argonauts state their intentions, an insult is felt by the kind
This great quest is nearly halted
But Medea leads them to their prize

Like weeds they grow
Warriors of the undead world
Bones without flesh
Immune to the blade

Offspring of Hecate’s foul womb

Up the mountain to a yawning cave
A fell beast guards the Golden Fleece
The Argo leader steps up to win the day
Eight seething heads he must slay

Harmed not by the weaponry of man
Brutal offspring of tormented minds

Like weeds they grow
Warriors of the undead world
Bones without flesh
Immune to the blade

Armed with steel and lust for death
Relentless demons
The children of the hydra’s teeth

Like weeds they grow
Warriors of the undead world
Bones without flesh
Immune to the blade

Warriors of bone scream a ghastly cry
Commanded to kill them all
The ones who escape make off with the fleece
Sail back to the Aegean Sea

Squads of death prowl the land
Killing in silence, killing by hand
Cloaked in darkness, masters of stealth
They lust for your blood
Not for your wealth, oh, oh, oh!