Parting the waves of the dark unkown depths of the seanPointing our longboats on to the land of our dreamsnHeeding the call of which I cannot evadenFace the wrath of the dragon of Hydra, his fortunes to claimnnThe battle's drawing nearer, I'm sure he feels my presencenOne shall be the victor, and one shall fallnnOut on the horizon now coming clearer to viewnThe isle of Hydra green on a blanket of bluenMy pulse, it quickens, I know what danger lurks therenIn the heart of a mountain of fire it must be his lairnnThen in a span of ten heartbeats from out of the nightnThe thundering wings of the dragon returning from flightnThe odor of ash and brimstone choking the roomnWe hide cloaked in darkness, awaiting the hour of Doom!nnThere's a calm just before the stormnA place that beckons to my soulnI'm blessed by the light, I'm strong for the fightnI will not be denied!