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Nightfall in the Hedal Forest

Lurking in dark ancient creatures

Sniffing for Christian blood

The Trolls of Hedal

Strangers lost the track

When darkness fells

Frozen, hollow all alone

You are in the midst

Of the densest woods

Fine mist drips from crowns of evergreens

It takes no prisoners

It kills all

Tiniest cut boils and with pus

Watch out the trolls!

Their heads are in up of pine tops

Here are the trolls!

Sniffing! Shrieking!

Watch out the trolls!

Their heads are in up of pine tops

Here are the trolls!

Sniffing! Shrieking!

Roaring! Screaming!

Uh! They are weaving the spells

In the caverns they dwells

Hate the churchgoer’s prays

And the ringing of bells

Townsfolk disappears

No mercy and tears

When shrieking you hear

The end is near

Forward rides

the King of the Trolls

With brother wolf

Out for the hunt

Pale white eye

In the eye socket

Watch through the night

For eternal foes

Sniffing for Christian blood

The Trolls of Hedal

Outro

Read now, runes with magic numbers

Foresee an age of anguish and pain

Behold dark shadows riding the night sky

Then beckons, the Age of the Hunt