When the night releases the day
Which pushes cold in your nape
You will hear this song
Before you flee into the night
When the day makes him angry
The night will be attacked from the troll
You will smell his breath
And creep finally on the ground
Formed by their Gods
A part of the everlasting woods
If the day expels the night
In your mind the fear remains,,
This song, will fade away
Before the crowd moves into the dark
Trolls in big crowd will now sing
Their song, quite oddly
Formed by their Gods
A part of the everlasting woods