Blood of witchcraft, Circe's spawn
King Aeëtes' own firstborn
Princess of Colchis
Enchantress of the East!
Jason haunts her dreams
She casts the bones and sees
Argo! Arrive from beyond the seas
The infant-God pierces her heart!
Medea calls to Cthonic Gods
Her kettle brims with cyan froth
Pelasgian spells in tongue forlorn
She gabs at night to aid the Argonauts!
Princess of Colchis, enchantress of the east
That lured the ancient beast
Princess of Colchis, that charmed the ancient beast
The Guardian of the Fleece!
The guardian of the Fleece
That foul, ancient beast
Her mystic arts
Have put to sleep
The path being clear
The moon being bright
Jason hastens to the prize
(The Fleece is seized against Aeëtes' wish)
(With laughter wild and free)
(The heroes rush)
(Back to sea)
Medea calls to Cthonic Gods
Her kettle brims with cyan froth
Pelasgian spells in tongue forlorn
She gabs at night to aid the Argonauts!
Princess of Colchis, enchantress of the east
That lured the ancient beast
Princess of Colchis, that charmed the ancient beast
The Guardian of the Fleece!
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