From the eyes, show depth of rage, release of the fire
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Scorching is the fire
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Underlined with a crest of gold, magnificent is the site
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Three rows of massive teeth fall nothing short of razor sharp
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Razor sharp
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Venom crawls from the heart
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form its three forked tongue
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Guardian of the golden fruit
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of which I will rid it of
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Into the mountains I ride
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to conquer the beast of great might
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the eleventh labor it's called
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most difficult labor of all
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Equipped with only a spear
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for I will not show my fear
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Triumphant the plan is to be
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The dragon will soon bleed for me
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My single spear pierces his heart
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in death he now takes part
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Into the heavens he is cast
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for years of service that have passed
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From the eyes, show the depth of rage, releases the fire
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Scorching is the fire
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Underlines with a crest of gold, magnificent is the site
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Three rows of massive teeth fall nothing short of razor sharp
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Images In The Nightsky
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| Aurora Borealis |
