The Hydra's Teeth - 3 Inches Of Blood

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

An insult is felt by the king

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

Eight seething heads he must slay

Harmed not by the weaponry of man

Brutal offspring of tormented minds

Like weeds they grow

Warriors of the undead world

Bones without flesh

Immune to the blade

Armed with steel and a lust for death

Relentless demons

The children of the hydra’s teeth

Like weeds they grow

Warriors of the undead world

Bones without flesh

Immune to the blade

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 Aegean 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