Texty: Omen. Teeth Of The Hydra.

Destiny calls to leave these walls
For only the fleece can bring us peace
I am to rule a king not a fool
The prophesy I will defend and sail to the worlds end

Fear the children slain of the hydra
For they will seek to kill upon command
None can escape the teeth of the hydra
From the teeth of the hydra come the Children of the Damned

Many have tried and many have died
So it is told in search of the ram of gold
And guarding the prize with death in its eyes
Lies a seven-headed serpent in shadows awaiting the bold

We, have not come here to kill
But for the fleece be it the Gods will
We, same as the legend
The prophesy will be fulfilled in the end

Our battle has come and I fear to run
But with my blade of steel the serpent is done
From his teeth on the ground with an evil sound
Grow skeletons of death wanting my soul