Ask not whence the thunder comes.
Ask not where the herds have gone.
Nor why the birds have ceased their song.
When coming home, don’t take too long.
For monsters roam in Albion.

The monks were trying to find God,
so they made magic seeds.
With seeds they pulled from a magic pod.
The monks grew a pathway to seek out their God.

When they came to what they thought was heaven’s gate.
They met with a terrible, grisly fate.
For between heaven and earth was a perilous place.
Gantua, home to a fierce giant race.

With a bridge now before them to the world of men,
a plague of giants descends.
Taking a cue from the richest of kings,
they acquired a taste for acquiring things.
But the one taste that caused them to lose all control,
was a taste for the mankind.
Blood, bones and all.



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