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i rose from the breast of the tallest of mountains

i rose from the depths of the darkest and deepest of caves

where the hall's were filled with corpses

long forgotten, fermented and aged

truncated bodies, are all that remain

the people all fled in pain,

nothing left but empty houses

must find a place to satiate the hunger again

following the lingering scent, into madness soon i'll descend

to feed my lust, my source of pride

to crunch upon the bones again, the flesh will be mine.

treading the slopes, not a living being in sight

the relentless pangs of hunger have followed me these eight nights

the scent is getting stronger as my trail grows longer

to crunch upon the bones again, the flesh will be mine.

my journey is almost complete...

finally see the glimpses of meat

hanging from the crosses, some of them still alive

i think it's finally time...

time to dine.

feed

feed

rip them from the crosses

throw them on the ground

tear apart their fleshy bits

and let their cries resound

for this troll has come to eat

and his feast he's found

tear apart their fleshy bits

and let their cries resound

the hunger,

now that it's gone

i question,

were these bodies left to be found?

if they were then who had left them

did they know i was to come?

did they leave them living

just for me? to have some fun?

the real question

that remains to

be answered

is when

and will

there be

more?