The sun is hanging low upon Hydras feet

Touching her mouth and her labyrinth streets

I see Marianne and her eyes display

All the precious words she just wont give away

Oh dear Hydra with your growing heads

If I defeat you will you love m

e the best

Gentle beast you take my breath away

Give me just one reason and Ill stay

The sun is slowly melting and the water is gold

I want to be lost in your labyrinth soul