If you are too lazy to solve this riddle, you may be exhibiting a deadly sin. The giant ground ones went extinct ten thousand years ago.

It rises to the top. A superband formed in nineteen sixty six. It follows ice to make something special.

I sing of heroes, love, and war, of distant lands and tales of yore. No sword I wield, yet still I guard the past through song in tales well-starred.

I look like a blimp with a name that can win, I’m lighter than air, though I’m heavy in tin.

This game is one of the oldest, Often favored by the smartest.