Brother darling, you're right on cue.
It so happens that your daughter signed
Even drew a little heart above
There is a little something we could try.
Maybe swap your daughter's soul for,
Sign the scroll and set her free!
Or else she comes with me
to suffer through eternity alone.
The mute little hatchling,
drowning in her own sorrow,
It's not my soul you're after,
or a father to his little girl?
And now you poor unfortunate soul,
time's up, you're through!
Now the power of Poseidon
has been once again made whole.
All the magic of the trident
and the shell in my control.
And now dark shall reign forever
over ocean, sea, and shoal.
you poor, unfortunate soul!