The finest crew ever assembled,nTo Colchis, their destinationnA kingdom's fortunes in the branches of a treenBut terror springs up from the groundnBorn of the dragon's mouth, nseeds of Death planted in barren soilnThe Argonauts state their intentions, nas insult is felt by the kindnThis great quest is nearly haltednBut Medea leads them to their prize, nnlike weeds they grownWarriors of the undead world,nbones without fleshnImmune to the blade,nnoffspring of Hecate's foul wombnUp the mountain to a yawning cavenA fell beast guards the Golden FleecenThe Argo leader steps up to win the daynHarmed not by the weaponry of mannBrutal offspring of tormented mindsnnlike weeds they grownWarriors of the undead world,nbones without fleshnImmune to the blade,nnArmed with steel and lust for deathnRelentless demons, nthe children of the hydra's teethnnlike weeds they grownWarriors of the undead world,nbones without fleshnImmune to the blade,nnWarriors of bone scream a ghastly crynCommanded to kill them allnThe ones who escape make off with the fleecenSail back to the Agean SeanSquads of death prowl the landnKilling in silence, killing by handnCloaked in darkness, masters of stealthnThey lust for your bloodnNot for your wealth n