Don't let the troll into your bed he'll take your soul then eat your head inside the honey hollow space licking his fingertips of cake
He brings the whirling deep in your heart then sing as twirling demons dark to take you down beneath the ridge To where is found his silent bridge
Still is the water green and thick he'll drag you under with his stick see flaxen gold floats there through the mist he killed someone's daughter with his wick
An arm with grey skin bobs slowly in the pit
No don't let the troll creep in your door he'll take you in sleep to his chamber of horror
are you dreaming no use pleading are you dreaming he'll soon be feedingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
