The bald old oaks would step aside,
The pines would bend the knee:
And at the sound of his heavy tread
The hills would tremble and quake with dread,
The islands would rise to see—
Oh, oh, Jungenthor,
Such a terrible one was he!
Oh, Giant Jungenthor,
What a dreadful one was he!
Whenever he happened to say a word,