As the dew covers the woods
the filthy trolls wakes up to a new night
Crawling out to their caverns
impossible to spot for an untrained eye
Taking their first deep breaths
in their swamp of unpleasantness
Terrifying the woods inhabitants
with howls of lunar ecstasy
Watchmen of the wild
Protectors of the solitude
With malice they guard
the vast and primeval forest
Stinking goblinfeets stamps onwards
through the sleeping forest
Their treacherous black eyes
spyes into the peaceful night
The hunted innocent victims
tryes to escape but fails
The beasts knows of every corners
up the hills and down the dales