Sacred Blood - Call Of Blood

Three Fates conspire
By great Hera’s side
And turn on high the stars’
Shimmering ebb and tide

Jason, twenty winters wise
Heads for the Iolcan court
With his murdered father’s sword
Honed, yearning for revenge by night!

King Pelias has to pay
The usurper, the blasphemer
Is soon to fall under
His mighty blade of bronze

Jason, twenty years strong
Steeled by Centaur discipline
And the wisdom of the Beasts
Has come to claim in front of all

What was by birth to be his own
The ivory Iolian throne!

Pelias aghast feels the throes
Of his powers as they wane
Struck by the young prince’s
Keen, commanding voice
Lift the curse from Colhis
Pelias challenges the boy
Put to the rest Phrixus’ shade
Together with the Golden Fleece

In a many-oared trireme
And burn them in the open sea
So that the land may prosper again
Then the throne shall be yours!

Call of blood!
In the heroes’ veins
He embraced the trial in a kingly way
And vowed to go forth

Thus he swore by Zeus an oath
And Jason sheathed his blade
He embraced the trial in a kingly way
And vowed to go forth and set his sail
Where no man before had ever dared
Unknowingly falling in the old king’s snare

In a many-oared trireme