We Are Trolls:

Intro:
This piece is about a race who lives far up in the north
A distant inhospitable place, where people seldom go
Not so odd it may appear why no one dares a visit
Just spare a minute or a few, the reasons well show

Vers1:
Mystic surrounds the forest and in minor sigh its trees
It hides a lot of things which humans rarely get to see
Deep deep within the shadows, that is were they dwell
They pain each other frequently but the forest they treat well

The queen of Scandinavia, Taiga is her name
Harbour us and shelter us, a most beloved dame
Her court is full of beings doing their most to serve
Cause everybody knows theyll get just what they deserve

Ref:
We are trolls
We live in big mountain halls
Comfortable and cosy
With everything youll need

We are trolls
We stay behind stone walls
If our door cracks open
Run with hastefull speed

Enjoying to play games, yes we do it all the time
Boredome is a boring thing, we hold it as a crime
You can have much fun here in the murky forest
And having fun is what we trolls usually do best

We put a gnome on fire and throw him to each other
To see who first will drop him to the floor
Gnomebehinds are sometimes put to the grindstone
Another time well tell you about it more

We are trolls
We keep gnomes as living dolls
Playing to the end of night
Until the sun brings awfull light

We are trolls
We stay behind stone walls
If our door cracks open
Youd better be out of sight

Brygga:
We are the hideous things that haunt you in your dreams
All we do is mischief and bloody sceams
When on the move like a squadron of an army we move forth
Were the children of the north

Ref:
We are trolls
We live in big mountain halls
Comfortable and cosy
With everything youll need

We are trolls
We stay behind stone walls
If our door cracks open
Run with hastefull speed

We are trolls
Wed like to eat you hole
Sure youd go well with a stope of mead

Outro:
So come on then. Lets go and have a feast
Dont run off now, you could take a look at least
Because tonight you know youll be the main course
With frogs and rats and flies and bats
for garnishment, well turn you into art, a table ornament,
Well basted with some nice juniperberry, blood from a fairy sauce