Parting the waves of the dark unkown depths of the sea Pointing our longboats on to the land of our dreams Heeding the call of which I cannot evade Face the wrath of the dragon of Hydra, his fortunes to claim The battle's drawing nearer, I'm sure he feels my presence One shall be the victor, and one shall fall Out on the horizon now coming clearer to view The isle of Hydra green on a blanket of blue My pulse, it quickens, I know what danger lurks there In the heart of a mountain of fire it must be his lair Then in a span of ten heartbeats from out of the night The thundering wings of the dragon returning from flight The odor of ash and brimstone choking the room We hide cloaked in darkness, awaiting the hour of Doom! There's a calm just before the storm A place that beckons to my soul I'm blessed by the light, I'm strong for the fight I will not be denied!