Grave of Giants - Waylander

Deep they dug, the giant’s grave stood alone

Ravenous for profit, they coldly quarried all the stone

They sneered at the whispers of ancient magic

They launched as they counted their ill gotten gain

But the gods of the land, unconquered

Spoke with elemental clarity

A reminder of the true power

That endures beneath our feet

And from the depths the waters

Flowed and rose and rose again

And drowned the dreams of those who did not believe