The rays of the sun
Shine on our helmets at dawn
We take to the sea
To find the ancient one
Pulling away, manning the oars
To know only strangeness
And distant shores
Moon and the stars
Shine their love upon our quest
We pray to the gods
Our mission be blessed
To find the shining serpent
That plagues this land of men
To find him where he sleeps
And then we tear into his den
There he lays, still as death
Under rock and stone
And dark and wet
There he lays, still as death
Under rock and stone
And dark and wet
Dark black sea at night
Shining serpent takes to the sky
Men prepare themselves to fight
And let their spears and arrows fly
Snaps through the mast
The timber cracks
Ship torn in half
Poseidon's grasp
Snaps through the mast
The timber cracks
Ship torn in half
Poseidon's grasp
Poseidon's grasp
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