Reuzenspraak

Ancient words in a dead language
Recounting journeys with a bygone tale
Bundled in a fairy book with a dark will
Father reads aloud and his daughter listeneth attentive and silent

As soon as the girl closeth her eyes
Her father's words were quickened
When the man spoke of giants
An innocent soul driven to the woods

Wandering child
Follow the wind
Teach them the tales

Deep in the night
She awoke under hypnosis
And serveth her complusion
Under the spell of the horde of giants

Slowly more swallowed up by needy woods
Serene and unspoiled she had seen them before
The dark writing of the fairy book leads to the ground
Where since her father read the story the legend arose

As soon as the girl closeth her eyes
Her father's words were quickened
When the man spoke of giants
An innocent soul driven to the woods

Glorious, majestic
Beards drop down

Descendants
Of the creative shepherds of the earth
Covet their history of origin
To learn where their source sprang

Sleep in her eyes
Blood on her hands
Bravely she reads the story to the giants every night

Step forward
And unfold our tale

When the matriarch created our earth
She hewed a giant tribe from stone
To whom she gave her power and wisdom
So she was not alone

They formed the hills, dug the valley
And planted the forest where our people will fight
Through thunder and rain
Till fate maketh our village level with the ground

Her innocence proven
Nothing or no one hath heard her
History read aloud
Giants brought forth mankind

An old soul full of council
Giveth a distress signal for what will happen to them

Moved by the spectacle, she hurried back
Left the gathering and the fate behind her

When morning cometh, night remains in her mind.
The greatest danger of all
Is that nobody believeth her

As soon as the girl closeth her eyes
Her father's words came to life
When the man spoke of giants
An innocent soul driven to the woods