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The finest crew ever assembled, to Colchis, their destination A kingdom's fortunes in the branches of a tree But terror springs up from the ground Born of the dragon's mouth, seeds of Death planted in barren soil The Argonauts state their intentions, as insult is felt by the kind This great quest is nearly halted But Medea leads them to their prize, like weeds they grow Warriors of the undead world, bones without flesh Immune to the blade, offspring of Hecate's foul womb Up the mountain to a yawning cave A fell beast guards the Golden Fleece The Argo leader steps up to win the day Harmed not by the weaponry of man Brutal offspring of tormented minds Armed with steel and lust for death Relentless demons, the children of the hydra's teeth Warriors of bone scream a ghastly cry Commanded to kill them all The ones who escape make off with the fleece Sail back to the Agean Sea Squads of death prowl the land Killing in silence, killing by hand Cloaked in darkness, masters of stealth They lust for your blood Not for your wealth From Letras Mania