Out of the Frozen North

An ancient legend rarely believed anymore Told of fell beings living in darkness and ice Stirring only when awakened, but if they wake The ancient gods will kill again, and stain the ground red Hateful and powerful sleeping in the cold The frost giants of old, of epics long ago Don’t go searching for the titans under the earth Guarded by cyclops and so much worse Come seeking power and you will find death If the watchers don’t get you, the wind and cold will There is no treasure there, but some have to look They return empty handed, but they are not alone Dark forces infect them, leach into their flesh The curse manifests in different ways, ending in death An accident in the street, a mysterious illness But all who go looking wind up cold and still There are things that walked the earth long before man A different time, a different order Long buried grudges, left over from primeval wars Still sustained in inhuman minds in the wilds Don’t go asking questions aimlessly in the dark The answers you find will not be ones you like And our ancestors watched in awe the gods move Watched their wars, and trembled with fear Battles louder than storms, as the goliaths clashed in rage Titanic behemoths, with powers beyond understanding A harrowing display of destruction With power to split the mountains And they’re still up there sleeping, unaware And the day they will return is drawing near For in their lifespans, they’ve been asleep for the blink of an eye We are told they don’t exist, but everyone shall see