From the eyes, show depth of rage, release of the fire

Scorching is the fire

Underlined with a crest of gold, magnificent is the site

Three rows of massive teeth fall nothing short of razor sharp

Razor sharp

Venom crawls from the heart

form its three forked tongue

Guardian of the golden fruit

of which I will rid it of

Into the mountains I ride

to conquer the beast of great might

the eleventh labor it's called

most difficult labor of all

Equipped with only a spear

for I will not show my fear

Triumphant the plan is to be

The dragon will soon bleed for me

My single spear pierces his heart

in death he now takes part

Into the heavens he is cast

for years of service that have passed

From the eyes, show the depth of rage, releases the fire

Scorching is the fire

Underlines with a crest of gold, magnificent is the site

Three rows of massive teeth fall nothing short of razor sharp

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