From the recording In the Garden of Turmoil
Written, composed, performed, produced, and recorded raw by Lavinia Valeriana in Leamington Spa, Warwickshire, England.
Lyrics
The Hydra has closed in,
intent on taking you down and
shedding its skin while squeezing town-to-town.
Stand tall, be proud, for you've swung your sword,
cutting it off, head-by-head, as with it came rivers of blood.
The Underworld, reaching out from its abyss;
'they', not you, will finish up with, nay! In Tartarus.
I can tell you now, I know.
I know it is a Herculean might,
But victory will be yours, and
You'll have the last hiss in this fight.
The darkness, as I've thought,
shall (unequivocally) yield to the light.
I hear you. I see your plight!
Justice will be done on one fateful night.
Hold on, if you can, to the memories,
those that burn bright, and don't lose sight.