The finest crew ever assembled, to Colchis, their destination

A kingdom's fortunes in the branches of a tree

But terror springs up from the ground

Born of the dragon's mouth, seeds of

Death planted in barren soil

The Argonauts state their intentions, as insult is felt by the kind

This great quest is nearly halted

But Medea leads them to their prize, like weeds they grow

Warriors of the undead world, bones without flesh

Immune to the blade, offspring of Hecate's foul womb

Up the mountain to a yawning cave

A fell beast guards the Golden Fleece

The Argo leader steps up to win the day

Harmed not by the weaponry of man

Brutal offspring of tormented minds

Armed with steel and lust for death

Relentless demons, the children of the hydra's teeth

Warriors of bone scream a ghastly cry

Commanded to kill them all

The ones who escape make off with the fleece

Sail back to the Agean Sea

Squads of death prowl the land

Killing in silence, killing by hand

Cloaked in darkness, masters of stealth

They lust for your blood

Not for your wealth