doth the spirit of the giants abide
through the canyons in the hallows
deep and dark and echoing shallows
ancient sounds in agony
searching the winds to be set free
haunting dales and glens at night
misting ground and sky alike
spooking wolves and eagles
in flight, spirit dogs, in the wild
frightening the little child
oh be gone you haunting one
leave the child and let her run...
in the bright white morning sun
leave us now and be undone...