2 acessos
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