Nine heads, nine ways to die
Deep, dark, lush, grand epic might
This is a fight you can not win
The Hydra has come!
CARPATHIAN HYDRA!
This crown of which you were born
Is your gift, that it takes
You hide your sorrow behind a shawl
But the hydra comes, no matter what you adorn
Your kingdom in Carpathia
Is no more, its mine now
Hail the Hydra!
Thy will be done!
The ultimate sacrafice
Still has yet to be seen
Forget not your perpose
It has begun!
Thy will be done!