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.