Golden throne and silver plates

Sitting down the giant waits

For his mission from God

To execute the devil dog

Awards he'll recieve of the highest degree

God in his debt for eternity

Bottles and bottles of a magic potion

To make his body of normal proportions

God emerges from the walls

Wearing blinding white overalls

Sitting down he helps himself to wine

Made from the finest grapes and vine

Two magnificent people of their time

But who they long to be is a far cry

Across a colossal table both eyes fixed

Standing in between a golden crucifix

Upon stone the instructions are carved

Kill the mut for this kingdom of ours

"I will eternally be in your debt. And sins you have you need not repent."

"And the agreement we have, may you not forget? That I may be a small and handsome gent."

"Change your height I cannot. You were put on this earth to fulfill the mssions of God."

Up went the table, the wine and fine meat

While in a fury the giant rose to his feet

"Damn you to hell you bastard." He cried

Snorting cocaine with tears in his eyes