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One night, deep in the valleys

To the realm of Bekrydes,

Was giving a royal feast,

Hercules was an honouring guest,

He got drunk,

Thus breaking the laws of hospitality,

Raped the virgin daughter of the king, Pyrenees.

After, he left for his next feat and left her alone,

While she was carrying his child in her womb.

The child was born, the serpent, the indigenous,

The eldest descendant of Basque

Solis... In Antris

Woman terrified and ashamed,

Ran in the isolated forest,

To hide in loneliness,

Wept and cried recounting her story to the tress,

Wild beasts heard her sorrow... and tear her to pieces.

Solis... In Antris

Hercules heard the horrific yelling’s...

Of Pyrenees and ran to find her deep in the dark forest,

But he was late,

All that he found was pieces of her body,

He felt sorry for his dark self and his actions,

Crying out with a sorrowful,

Titanian voice calling her name...

“Pyrenee” the mountaintops shudder at the ridges

And the sound echoed throughout the mountains.