As the dew covers the woods
the filthy trolls wakes up to a new night.
Crawling out to their caverns
impossible to spot
for an untrained eye.
Taking their first deep breaths
in their swamp of unpleasantness.
Terrifying the woods inhabitants
with
howls of lunar ecstasy.
Watchmen of the wild.
Protectors of the solitude.
With malice they guard
the vast and primeval
forest.
Stinking goblinfeets stamps onwards
through the sleeping forest.
Their treacherous black eyes
spyes into the
peaceful night.
The hunted innocent victims
tryes to escape but fails.
The beasts knows of every corners
up the hills and down
the dales.