Trollshaws

Trollshaws Short way to the East Trollshaws The land of the beast You may hide on the hills Lurk into the woods You have already smelled your thrills You can pray, you can run, For us it's more fun, we will crush you And steal your goods Woods in the North By the Great East Road Hideout for the brutes Grave for the fools Trollshaws Short way to the east Trollshaws The land of the beasts Imprudent Ranger will be in danger Wise one chose another road Mindless adventurer, hero or rogue Try to slain me and they'll give you gold They will tear your Elven ears Dwarven heads cut with their beards daring man shall run like hell Deficient Hobits eaten as well Castle of Arnor Deserted by wars The ancient ruins Lair for the grunts They will tear your Elven ears Dwarven heads cut with their beards daring man shall run like hell Foolish Hobits eaten as well Goliaths of Sauron Vagabonds of the night Denizens of Trollshaws Slayers of the night