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