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Parting the waves of the dark unkown depths of the sea |
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Pointing our longboats on to the land of our dreams |
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Heeding the call of which I cannot evade |
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Face the wrath of the dragon of Hydra, his fortunes to claim |
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The battle's drawing nearer, I'm sure he feels my presence |
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One shall be the victor, and one shall fall |
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Out on the horizon now coming clearer to view |
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The isle of Hydra green on a blanket of blue |
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My pulse, it quickens, I know what danger lurks there |
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In the heart of a mountain of fire it must be his lair |
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Then in a span of ten heartbeats from out of the night |
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The thundering wings of the dragon returning from flight |
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The odor of ash and brimstone choking the room |
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We hide cloaked in darkness, awaiting the hour of Doom! |
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There's a calm just before the storm |
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A place that beckons to my soul |
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I'm blessed by the light, I'm strong for the fight |
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I will not be denied! |
