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The fissured realm quakes as they exit the tower

Gated iron teeth bury into the dirt behind them

Through the morning mist they heave out to the battle

This hulking few who make mountains quake and kingdoms rattle

A myth amongst men that their breed’s nothing but savage, and inept in all but war

A culture ancient and refined, yet capable of damage, encouraging respect, commanding awe

Both the enemy and the company of the trolls are petrified

By the ceremony, by the intimidating gargantuan creatures

Undulating In unison, martial writhing to a primeval beat

Bellowing, belching, twirling, gnashing, and now stomping their feet

War dance of the trolls

This is the war dance of the trolls

A once in a lifetime sight to behold

And now they massacre, pulverise, and decimate

Eating men like-Domitian-like flies on a plate

Spectators horseshoe the scene, watching the violence unfold

And never in their lives will they ever forget

The war dance of the trolls