Dread

I will strike you down And feed you to birds of the air and beasts on the ground Forty days Forty nights Forty hours to prepare to fight Nine feet tall and I'm too young Prepared to fall but I'm feeling some dread A spear in my side Decline your armor but I'm terrified Dread And just five stones All by myself all alone I will strike you down Our god says that your head will be my crown Forty days Forty nights Forty hours to prepare to fight Nine feet tall and I'm too young Prepared to fall but I'm feeling some dread A spear in my side Decline your armor but I'm terrified Dread And just five stones All by myself all alone Your offspring will crush the head of the snake Lying cut into thirteen on the road to the new age Your offspring will crush the head of the snake Lying cut into thirteen on the road to the new age Join or die