| He was born with a lion’s courage
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| Strength and might to match the Gods
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| A son of his, a thorn in her eyes
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| Made Immortal by wrath and love
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| She devised him a life of servitude
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| He was made one with self-sacrifice
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| The lion of Nemea, hydra’s reign
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| Their terror ended they met their bane
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| And so the final strophe it ends
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| A hero born may now ascend
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| To take his own place among the gods
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| Rise!
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| Oh son of Zeus
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| Oh scion of Stars
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| He outran the hind and he brought back the boar
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| Eurystheus hiding afraid to the core
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| Carrying the armour and the shield of Hephaistos
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| Rise!
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| Oh son of Zeus
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| Oh scion of Stars
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| Into hades he did dare
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| Threading the silvery line
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| Between death and life
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| Life where there should be none
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| Yet still he does not fear
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| I am the king of the underworld
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| Mortal why are you here
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| In this kingdom of shadows and dread?
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| Why have you come?
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| I’ve come, like I was told, to fight
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| And in triumph led the three-headed hound
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| Fought and tamed
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| And so the final strophe it ends
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| A hero born may now ascend
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| To take his own place among the gods
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| Rise!
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| Oh son of Zeus
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| Oh scion of Stars |