Folkatroll
Step into the swamp, thousands of ravens fled by
A King, oh God, a songless bard, secrets written upon the stones
Storm! a troll, guides my eyes, northward, the wind
Ice cold approaches, a scepter, a hat, this troll holds back
FOLKATROLL, We dance from screams
FOLKATROLL, We create the dreams
Deep, into your thoughts, soulless spears with might
Abyss, a well forgotten peace, can you feel the whisper of the trees
A darkened sky covers my will, the troll stood up in fear
The darkened sky covered the light, I shout come, bring my beer
FOLKATROLL, We dance from screams
FOLKATROLL, We create the dreams
Autor(es): Methysos