A robber was riding in a scrubby forest
He fled wounded, bleeding surely
Pursued by rogues, cut in his heel

Across ancient cairns on the ridge, he knew the way well

Then the darkness took a large form

It crashed into the mountain where giants live
Everything went as the robber had planned
Across can only be ridden on the enbankmant


The giant commanded, as he arose from his cairn
A dreadful death, they had awakened an ancient being

The earth stood red as the dawn was approaching
Sons of men crushed by the king of the cairn


He heard a scream from the rogue's throat
On the hill they met a slow end
The thief ran away with snow-white hair

But never again he went to the ridge

In the night they will wander as the ghosts of the cairn

The robber's stallion hastes down the path

The giant commanded, as he arose from his cairn

A dreadful death, they had awakened an ancient being
The earth stood red as the dawn was approaching
Sons of men crushed by the king of the cairn


The thief ran away with snow-white hair
But never again he went to the ridge

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