Awakening The Mountain Giants

Alone outside his village, a young man hunts with crafted bow
 His tribe would surely banish him, if they ever were to know
 The elders had taught him, even in times of peril
 Never raise arms against any of nature's creatures
 Or you could wake the giants, the Mountain Giants
 One the other side of the valley, a rival clan prepares for war
 The counsel and their tall tales would be no match for the mighty sword
 In the hands of savages
 How could they protect their homes?
 An old man spoke, "Nature will awaken the giants as she did in the days of old"
 The archers and warriors drew closer with every breath
 The people of the village were sure to meet their deaths
 Then rocks and earth did tremble, and with a shield splitting sound
 The mountains rose to the air trampling the armies to the ground
 They had awakened the giants, the Mountain Giants
 The hills have all been resting for generations gone by
 Now the old man tells stories about hunting as a child
 And how he saw the giants, the Mountain Giants, oh yes the giants...