They were tricked with its dreaded paragon
The creatures in the folklore
They were thought to be huge
Handing a chase for power
Within a thousand years
Piles of silver stones
Grasping for immortality
Laying hands on these
Until the sunrise caught them
Two armies will remain
Their repugnant will rise
In the unknown sea
Held under a spell
Their victors were weak
Upon release or escape
In the unknown sea
Held under a spell
Their victors were weak
Upon release or escape
In the unknown sea

Their victors were weak



Their victors were weak
Upon release or escape
In the unknown sea
As the foils of heroes
With six heads
Throw stones at them
And destroy
In the unknown sea
Held under a spell
Their victors were weak
Their victors were weak
Upon release or escape
In the unknown sea
Held under a spell
Their victors were weak
I've found release, no escape
I've found release, no escape