In the springtime when the ice melts
Look at the houses oh so calm
A fair village lies beyond the hills
Where the sun's about to rise
Villagers happy faced nobody cries
Except when the trolls come everyone
Dies
We put on our warpaint and sharpen our spears
Prepairing to ride and to spread fear
On the horizon we begin our march
Down through the forest and through the marsh
Farmers in the fields
Flee in fright
The vilage now lies in our sights
They close up the town and put up barracades
But wooden sticks wont stand in our way
The gates get rammed
And the splinters fly high
Flaming arrows blot out the sky
Roofs set ablaze and the women try and run
The bloody massacre has only begun
We unleash the horde upon the crowd
The howls of the elderly fill the air
Local church gets burnt to the ground
The children cry (as we eat them)
We've now taken half of the city
The vilage up yonder no longer looks pretty
Bones of the innocent stacked in a pile
The leftover children cooked over fires
Swinging our hammers smashing their skulls
Eating their horses out of their stalls
They try to run but we know they can't hide
Singing our trollsong as we ride
Now we are in the town tearing up the street
Hooves of our warpigs crush all that is weak
Fire and ash pollute the air
Blood stains the ground but we dont care
The houses still burning, the childen make haste
Running over the bridge to avoid thier fate
But from under the planks we appear and pound
Crushing their bodies into the ground
As we leave their villages with our slaves and gold
A glorious tale now to be told
Of the trolls from north and merciless raids
When you hear their battle cries be afraid
Swinging our hammers smashing their skulls
Eating their horses out of their stalls
They try to run but they know they can't hide
Singing our trollsong as we ride