Giants I: The Incline

The ground was soft, like sheets beneath their feet
Steadily climbing
The world was still, and the city beyond the hill
Concealed on the other side
In (his) wisdom, he understands
The guide holds their faith in his hands
They trust him, they trust him
I am your guide

The ground was sloped, the giant was rising east
We were climbing
The cloud was still, the mountain, the slope, the hill
(Was) Hiding its head up inside
Of the room, little cavern, (in) which you loom
We're transfixed by the sky
We can see, you're afraid
But come stand in my shade
I'll help you rise