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!