In The Troll Forest

In the old forest, the sun has died

And the moonglow banishes courage and pride

From the hearts of men, for through its eerie beams

Echo horrid screams!

Up from the caverns, out of the fog

Come the trollfolk sniffing my trail like dogs

Their breath on my neck

Howling for my blood!

I pray for the morning sun to turn these ghastly creatures into stone

I fly for my life or join the nameless dead beneath the roots and the bones

They surround me in a clearing

And now I can see their gore-caked fangs

Eager to have my flesh sliced!

So I draw my sword of equal size

And raise it to the sky

Their meal will come at a price!