Five trolls wandering through the wooded land
Walking staves clutched in their taloned hands
Path leading to a cave in the rock
Here they repose, a fire they start
In the cave their eyes behold
Mountains of silver, bronze, and gold
Hunting weapons adorn the wall
Along with several wooden pints of alcohol.
Prost! The forest glows with fire from the cavern as we sing
Skoal! The fire cackles with a strange delight
Hey! The meat is roasting smoke is pouring out the cavern hole
Oh! We drink until the ending of the night.
Vilz grabs hold of Kurzde's arm
Wheeling in a mad jig in the dark
Korven kindles the angry flames
Paying no attention to their foolish games
Kroek is bragging of his journeys last night
As the cave is shining bright
Skuld brings forth a tankard of mead
The trolls drink more than they'll ever need!

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