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