They were tricked with its dreaded paragonThe creatures in the folkloreThey were thought to be hugeHanding a chase for powerWithin a thousand yearsPiles of silver stonesGrasping for immortalityLaying hands on theseUntil the sunrise caught themTwo armies will remainTheir repugnant will riseIn the unknown seaHeld under a spellTheir victors were weakUpon release or escapeIn the unknown seaHeld under a spellTheir victors were weakUpon release or escapeIn the unknown seaTheir victors were weakTheir victors were weakUpon release or escapeIn the unknown seaAs the foils of heroesWith six headsThrow stones at themAnd destroyIn the unknown seaHeld under a spellTheir victors were weakTheir victors were weakUpon release or escapeIn the unknown seaHeld under a spellTheir victors were weakI've found release, no escapeI've found release, no escape