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 won't 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 ma**acre 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