| Medusa Your ugly horror Could turn steel to rust If I look at you I'll turn to dust If it is you That I must fight My sword in hand My eyes shut tight Others have tried I know not who They did not succeed In killing you I will attempt Until my demise To strike at you Without my eyes If I should fail To return with your head The king will be mad And order me dead But I will succeed To kill you, the beast And when I go home I'll have a grand feast |
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