Poseidon's Grasp

The rays of the sun
Shine on our helmets at dawn

We take to the sea
To find the ancient one

Pulling away, manning the oars
To know only strangeness
And distant shores

Moon and the stars
Shine their love upon our quest

We pray to the gods
Our mission be blessed

To find the shining serpent
That plagues this land of men

To find him where he sleeps
And then we tear into his den

There he lays, still as death
Under rock and stone
And dark and wet

There he lays, still as death
Under rock and stone
And dark and wet

Dark black sea at night
Shining serpent takes to the sky
Men prepare themselves to fight
And let their spears and arrows fly

Snaps through the mast
The timber cracks
Ship torn in half
Poseidon's grasp

Snaps through the mast
The timber cracks
Ship torn in half
Poseidon's grasp

Poseidon's grasp