March of the Giants

March Of The Giants
Deep in the mountains where the silence of the stone lies unbroken
and where fire is born
Giant men of Power lay waiting for the Serpent of Fate
to rise from the Sea of Dreams
With weapons in hand, a deep breath and one last stand
— to ascend to the Throne of the age of Man
Marching on, marching on 'till the Sun hides
Marching on, marching on against you and I!
Disturbed is the peace — Aggressive toward Order
MEI’AE KYKAOE THE I’AIAE EMHPOE MAY
Hammer on hammer, sword on sword
and lightning strikes the ground we walk
Now their purpose is clear
Minions of chaos march, born of black heart
Forces of Thunder and the Trident responding
from the skies and the darkened blue seas
Elements of the mind merging, the Virtue of Rising
their weapon: tempered thought and steel
The Bringers of Dawn, rise holding the Moon
and the Dream of the Thrones of the Age of Man
One mighty clash — EPEBOE! EPEBOE!
The worlds collide — EPEBOE!
Dreams turned to ashes — EPEBOE! EPEBOE!
The fighting goes on and on…