Paroles de Geryon's Throne

Grown as high as sun Black horns deep in time Se was cold as death Had holes in her eyes Bow down to the one Big black Geryon´s throne Waiting deep beneath the waves Stars dying on his face Ancient drums making the call Who´s bleeding upon me? Chrysaor´s pride within the flames Keeper of the mountains high Three heads rise again Spread your wings and show´em how