«The prophecy foretelling that Perseas will kill King Acrisius is fulfilled as Perseas decides to go to Larissa to compete in the throwing of the discus.
Acrisius attends the games and is accidentally killed by Perseas' throw.»
Oh one day the oracle it made his blood chill
Told him one day that he’ll be killed
If he met her son he was forced to lock her up To never find a man who would give her a child
A sad day at Argos, wipe the blood from a stone
Oh Acrisius what have you done?
Oh Acrisius you know the time has come
But because of Zeus she was free from darkness
By a god she was left with child
For in front of the King he could not take his chances
Banished her in a wooden box in the sea
A sad day at Argos, wipe the blood from a stone
Oh Acrisius what have you done?
Oh Acrisius you know the time has come
The boy escaped what’s done is done
Against the mortal warrior, you faced him once again
You always thought you’ll never, ever meet again
He learned of Larissa and he went there instead
He should have stayed at Argos now the King is dead