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Cast into the sea, the giant slumbers

Third son awaits in the ocean, resting in a vicious dream

A colossus born from chaos

Guarding the realm of the deep

A bite that murders immortals

No soul will ever escape

Escape

No soul will ever escape

No cure for his venom

Guarding the realm of the deep

Endless are the waters

Lonely is his kingdom

Destined to reign nether

Frightened are the masses

Curled up in wait, silent, patient

Armor of scales, gold, green, and black

Beneath the waves, no eyes can see

He guards secrets the drowned will keep

No cure for his venom, bearing the fate in his fangs

The snake will silence, victory songs of the brave

Never wake the giant

Or witness the end of the world

The Serpent of Midgard

Brings death to thunder and storm

Never wake the giant

Or witness the end of the world

From chaos he is born

And to chaos he will return

Never wake the giant

He will bury his teeth in your throat

In shadows, he lingers, a statue down below

Now breaking the surface, waves rise to a flood

The rainfall descending upon a dying crown

His tail is wrapped tightly around the blackened, fading earth

He lays his body

Around his neck

His war songs fall silent

As he takes his breath

The snake lies in wait where no sunlight can reach

And pulls him down to the depths

The water splits as the dying god repents

He walks forward the last nine steps, descending down to the depths

The venom spills like a treacherous tide

Thor marches forth to his destined call

This is the end of the thunder god

Never wake the giant

Or witness the end of the world

The Serpent of Midgard

Brings death to thunder and storm

Never wake the giant

Or witness the end of the world

From chaos he is born

And to chaos he will return

Never wake the giant

Or he'll bury his teeth in your throat