And up from hades hero came
With hound in tow which godling claimed.
To Tyrne with final proof in hand
His sentence served as gods had planned.

As hero came to city gates
Escaping hades dire fate
The many kings and powers stand
At doors to see the godlings plan.

From foreign countries all had came
To see the man of great acclaim.
Who finish task that gods had gave
With out him finding self in grave.

At sight of hound is dreadful gasp
As terror every heart did clasp.
When seeing beast the hero brought
That king of Tyrne had foolish sought.

Then hero pries the mighty doors
For crowd an awe inspiring chore.
To take the beast to throne of Tyrne
So king may take his final turn.

And down the streets the hero went
With fury great and patience spent.
At trials king of Tyrne had brought
Along with many sorrows wrought.

When seeing hero walk the path
To palace filled with greatest wrath.
The peasants cheered the heroes name
And shouted Heras Wrath's acclaim.

At ruckus Tyrant looks to streets
Then knowing all his plans were beat.
Did grab the girdle made of gold
That hero took from queen so bold.

He knowing power belt did grant
In hopes he'll live in time so scant.
Then hero sics the hound with call
To ruin stony palace walls.

The beast does bound inside the gate
Like villain full of deepest hate.
And slaughters all the tyrants men
Supporting king their gravest sins.

Destroying halls with mighty thrash
And killing all inside the crash.
Then after granite palace falls
To hound the hero loudly calls.

Who leaps to masters side with haste
With palace laid in deepest waste.
Then back to hades hero goes
On back to land of deepest woe.

To take the hound to king of dead
Returning beast he quickly sped.
But deep in rubble movement stirs
From heavy scrap a man emerged

And up from wreck the tyrant stands
His scheme had work as king had planned.
For belt around his waste had save
The wicked king from early grave.

He creeps from sight of all the crowd
Who gathered close to cheer so loud.
And vows revenge on Heras Wrath
Regaining glory villians path.

And man became a thorn in flesh
For all the days the hero rest
In world of man as living soul
To render hero dead his goal.