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

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

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

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