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