| 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 |