Wo be the one who thinks himself a giant, for he is one who has the smallest heart. The story told of giants; ancient monsters is aptly put; it draws not two apart. The heavy rage of footsteps shakes the forest, The heavy shouts and grunts; they hurt your ears The heavy hands; they find you and they grip you; The heavy weapon falls and ends your life. Are these the giants of the hill-born hymns? Are these the kings and gods they humb'ly worship? What do you think of giants now, my friend? Can you believe now those kind, gentle stories? Until you act'uly see it for yourself, you simply can't believe all that you've heard. Wo be the one who thinks himself a giant, For he is one who has the smallest heart.