The 11th Labor of Hercules

I've traveled through the wasteland,
 Slain the hydra and the boar.
 For atonement I have labored
 And I'm bound to labor more
 But what turn of fate confronts me now
 This being by my side
 I'll embrace him as he changes
 Into beasts and brutes and dangers
 I pray I'll make it out alive
 Oh out alive
 You were mothered by the Adriatic Sea
 Every squall, every storm, troubled through your body
 Now you shake and you twist
 Into talon, fang, and fist.
 Do you know what it is to be held
 The way I hold you now?
 First you become a mighty whale
 Then you become a shark
 As all the violence you've endured
 Turns thunder in my arms
 Oh you change into a lion,
 A viper, and a ram
 But beneath you're just a child
 With your hair grown long and wild
 I'll care for you the best I can
 Oh best I can
 You were mothered by the Adriatic sea
 Every squall, every storm, troubled through your body
 Now you shake and you twist
 Into talon, fang, and fist.
 Do you know what it is to be held
 The way I hold you now?
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 You were mothered by the Adriatic sea
 Every squall, every storm, troubled through your body
 Now you shake and you twist
 Into talon, fang, and fist.
 Do you know what it is to be held
 The way I hold you now?