Armies of millions dwindled to none
For all but a few remain
Mountains of bodies as high as the sky
Piles of those who were slain
Dead by the million lay in the sun
Flowing rivers of blood
A lone soldier walks the valley
And sees a sight rarely beheld
As high as the clouds
Mountains of rotting corpses
With flowing rivers of blood
They reek of death
He sees the last of the ten foot giants
Long thought to be extinct
He knows he cannot win
So he tries to make an escape
As he breaks away he hides among the corpses
When the giant walks by
The soldier remains unseen
He stabs the giant in the neck, and watches him die
As high as the clouds
Mountains of rotting corpses
With flowing rivers of blood
They reek of death
As high as the clouds
Mountains of rotting corpses
With flowing rivers of blood
They reek of death