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Now the sixth mission needs to be passed
To eradicate birds whose amount is vast.
Theyâve got wings of steel and claws of brass
Itâs a race which came to last
Alone, with no helping hand
There are souls to defend
release them from the pain
Will he see them again?
Now facing the birds
They attack in herds
Needs to kill the adverse
The stymphalian curse
The Lake Stymphalus by his arm was freed,
From those dire birds on human flesh who feed,
By Pallasâ aid the dreadful race subdued,
No more its banks with whitening bones are strewâd
The mission needs to be won
Youâve got to shoot âem down one by one
Startle the birds that they fly high
Shoot with your arrows, letâem die!
After he had rotten out the ones to compete
He finally saw the sixth task complete