كلمات Images In The Nightsky

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