King Acrisius "There's a child that will claim my throne And a God who'll disgrace my home There's a woman that bears my name Oh what a shame! There's an omen foretelling my end Into Hades my soul will descend If my grandson becomes a king What will he bring?"
In the island of Serifos A life has begun And Perseus is now a man Polydectes the king Has a task for him For his mother wants for his Queen
King Polydectes "The head of Medusa you'll bring And at Argos you will be king Your name will be written in gold As king you'll return in your grandfather's throne"
Gods gave to Perseus Weapons of steel For a day his fate will reveal With the guidance of Athena He goes to the Graiai To find out Medusa's lair
Three old women with an eye There are answers they cannot deny They unveil Medusa's place With his sword and his shield he is starting the chase
Son of a God, rage of a Titan Cursed by a tyrant, strong as a rock He fights for the right, not for the glory Making a story for all mankind
Thy sword rips the air The head is falling, Medusa is crawling Blood runs everywhere Pegasus rises, birth of a Titan
The winged horse he rides, up the skies
On the way back for his home He turns the Dragon to stone By his hand his grandfather is killed Acrisius is dead, the omen's fulfilledTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
