C o l o s s u s 
	
	All you need is a piece of clay
	for the work of ten men, a small price to pay.
	You ploughed the fields when the oxen were ill,
	and soon you had grown too tall for the mill.
	
	Decades passed and still you're there:
	the guardian of our market square;
	a legend of our founding glory,
	before famine claimed this territory.
	
	Golem, oh Golem, the war bugle sounds!
	When will you turn your great head around?
	Golem, oh Golem, this is our end!
	The whole quarry is yours, if you can defend!

	Golem, oh Golem, how proudly you stand.
	We are to you as dust is to man.
	Golem, oh Golem, so wide is your grin.
	No one can best your game called "I win."

	There was no fair contest in their defeat.
	He kicked his heel as they turned to retreat.
	The earth caved; they were buried alive.
	The nation's might has been revived.
	
	For this, us men were sent to the mines
	so that our colossus may claim his prize.
	We too eat mud, now, and slowly waste,
	for at the mouth waits a cold stone face.

	Golem, oh Golem, you are dust made of man!
	In time, you will be a mere pile of sand!
	Golem, oh Golem, there are cracks on your skin!
	No one will play your game called "I win!"