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The Golden Fleece
The Dragon’s Curse is a brooding, intense metal anthem recounting Jason’s final trial before claiming the Golden Fleece. In the depths of Colchis, a colossal serpent—gifted with eternal wakefulness—guards the sacred relic. No blade can pierce its hide, no warrior can stand before its gaze.
But the gods demand sacrifice. With Medea’s sorcery, Jason attempts to lull the beast into sleep, but curses are never lifted without consequence.
The Dragon’s Curse
Through the mist of Colchis’ land,
A beast awaits with fate in hand.
Serpent’s gaze, no soul withstands,
Guarding gold in cursed sands.
Venom drips, the shadows rise,
One wrong step and fate will die!
The Dragon’s Curse, the fangs of night,
Coiled in darkness, bound in blight.
Silent terror, death unseen,
Bow or face the beast’s regime!
Scales like iron, eyes like flame,
Ancient power, none can tame.
A single breath, the earth will shake,
No man stands when gods forsake.
Venom drips, the shadows rise,
One wrong step and fate will die!
The Dragon’s Curse, the fangs of night,
Coiled in darkness, bound in blight.
Silent terror, death unseen,
Bow or face the beast’s regime!
Jason kneels, the hour fades,
Medea calls with whispered shades.
A spell is cast, the dragon sways,
A hero’s prize, the debt repaid.
A stolen fate, a price in blood,
The gods will claim what heroes shun.
No curse breaks without a cost,
The war is won, but souls are lost!
The Dragon’s Curse, the fangs of night,
Coiled in darkness, bound in blight.
Silent terror, death unseen,
Bow or face the beast’s regime!
No curse breaks without a cost,
The war is won, but souls are lost!