Alone outside his village, a young man hunts with crafted bow His tribe would surely banish him, if they ever were to know The elders had taught him, even in times of peril Never raise arms against any of nature's creatures
Or you could wake the giants, the Mountain Giants
One the other side of the valley, a rival clan prepares for war The counsel and their tall tales would be no match for the mighty sword In the hands of savages How could they protect their homes?
An old man spoke, "Nature will awaken the giants as she did in the days of old"
The archers and warriors drew closer with every breath The people of the village were sure to meet their deaths Then rocks and earth did tremble, and with a shield splitting sound The mountains rose to the air trampling the armies to the ground
They had awakened the giants, the Mountain Giants
The hills have all been resting for generations gone by Now the old man tells stories about hunting as a child
And how he saw the giants, the Mountain Giants, oh yes the giants...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
