Still the giants dance At salisbury plain Still my spirit wanders To reach this higher aim Straight to foreign shores of distance We call the gods for a quest of truth and wisdom As long as you see the giants dance My spirit wanders through the land Led by the strength of bran And the timeless kings of Avalon The four winds of the land I will strive for the Caldron INSTRUMETAL Led by the swiftness of winds I will wander through the farest glens My sentence is my deed Is there a view of sense unknown? Craving for some armament to outlast This cold royal path Strayed by the four winds Over the land and far away Through the dark and cold Hear my song of grief But there's a tune that gone astray while the world grow old Each tone that ever met the wind Finally reaches Math and so me Sight and breathless I am believe and trust is a value for the weak INSTRUMETAL Craving for some armament to outlast This cold royal path I can hear them call The King must fall Strayed by the four winds Over the land and far away Through the dark and cold Hear my song of grief But there's a tune that gone astray while the world grow old