Giants - Anciients

Behold the giants

On the horizon

They cast their shadows

Upon the world

Over the wall of your mind

Such beauty exists

I’m flying through

An endless midnight

Armed with

Weaons of light

Over the rings

Of fire and smoke

The ice planett hides

It’s time to test your soul

Make their blood run cold

Over the backs

Of the giants

We will soar

Death to the

Sun killing race

Crush them all

In your wake

Over the seas

Of endless ice

Immortals awake

Sundown

Gunned down

Surrounded by the giants