I call on thee oh slumbering giants
Awaken from the sleep of things unreal
Arise from your graves of forgotten stories
Return to the world of warmth you once did feel
Man’s progression has set aside his need for a hero
Though belief in demons and saints is now accepted
Gods do not exist except on comic pages
No more are your names heard in prayers once said
Technology and religions more powerful now rule our thoughts
Aged wisdom lost forever to printed words and books
The need to be different left to clothes and tattoos
The desire to believe in a difference brings dirty looks
Progress has forced us to accept what we are taught
The need to dream is slowly fading with each day
So important is it now for mankind to see the unexpected
Please help deliver us before we surely lose our way
