LYRIC

Grown as high as sun
Black horns deep in time

Se was cold as death
Had holes in her eyes

Bow down to the one
Big black Geryon's throne

Waiting deep beneath the waves
Stars dying on his face
Ancient drums making the call
Who's bleeding upon me?

Chrysaor's pride within the flames
Keeper of the mountains high
Three heads rise again
Spread your wings and show'em how

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