From the eyes, show depth of rage, release of the fire   Scorching is the fire   Underlined with a crest of gold, magnificent is the site   Three rows of massive teeth fall nothing short of razor sharp      Razor sharp      Venom crawls from the heart   form its three forked tongue   Guardian of the golden fruit   of which I will rid it of      Into the mountains I ride   to conquer the beast of great might   the eleventh labor it's called   most difficult labor of all      Equipped with only a spear   for I will not show my fear   Triumphant the plan is to be   The dragon will soon bleed for me      My single spear pierces his heart   in death he now takes part   Into the heavens he is cast   for years of service that have passed      From the eyes, show the depth of rage, releases the fire   Scorching is the fire   Underlines with a crest of gold, magnificent is the site   Three rows of massive teeth fall nothing short of razor sharp