From the recording In the Garden of Turmoil
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.