TROLLBAND LYRICS

1. Fire And Ash

In the springtime when the ice melts
Look at the houses oh so calm
A fair village lies beyond the hills
Where the sun's about to rise
Villagers happy faced nobody cries
Except when the trolls come everyone
Dies

We put on our warpaint and sharpen our spears
Prepairing to ride and to spread fear
On the horizon we begin our march
Down through the forest and through the marsh
Farmers in the fields
Flee in fright
The vilage now lies in our sights
They close up the town and put up barracades
But wooden sticks wont stand in our way

The gates get rammed
And the splinters fly high
Flaming arrows blot out the sky
Roofs set ablaze and the women try and run
The bloody massacre has only begun

We unleash the horde upon the crowd
The howls of the elderly fill the air
Local church gets burnt to the ground
The children cry (as we eat them)

We've now taken half of the city
The vilage up yonder no longer looks pretty
Bones of the innocent stacked in a pile
The leftover children cooked over fires

Swinging our hammers smashing their skulls
Eating their horses out of their stalls
They try to run but we know they can't hide
Singing our trollsong as we ride

Now we are in the town tearing up the street
hooves of our warpigs crush all that is weak
Fire and Ash Pollute the air
Blood stains the ground but we dont care

The houses still burning, the childen make haste
Running over the bridge to avoid thier fate
But from under the planks we appear and pound
Crushing their bodies into the ground

As we leave their villages with our slaves and gold
A glorious tale now to be told
Of the trolls from north and merciless raids
When you hear their battle cries be afraid

Swinging our hammers smashing their skulls
Eating their horses out of their stalls
They try to run but they know they can't hide
Singing our trollsong as we ride

2. Nidhoggr

From the thrash
of blinding snow
returns the bearers of steel
Arriving at threshold of their ances-tral domain
A sight awaits that stops their frozen breath.....

Ruins,
ruins from valley to hills

Shadowed mountains weep
as the smoke clouds their image

Embers
the remains of their homeland
Destroyed by forces unknown
witness to misery

The men take up arms once more
As a wandering king informs them
Of a beast horrific
and merciless

Weary though they were, they swore to fight once more
Truding onward with courage melting to hatred

By lead of the scheming count,
whose heart elsewhere sought
Corralling them
blindly to demise

With promise of riches beyond compare
They Traversed into depths they would not dare
He sent the men -into the dark abyss-


The men Took up arms Again
For a wandering king misled them
As the beasts were horrific and merciless

Weary though they were, they swore to fight once more
Trudging onward with hatred turning to cold death

Before they could grab the
Shiny elfin gold
From the center of the mountain
Came beasts and horror untold

They set upon the doomed band of men
Their clubs and axes, let htem know
but the one who reached the riches was count reginald

No escape
All are doomed here
Good mans blood is spilt
All save reginald

First to fall was of young blood
Oh few would survive
Zigur the bard lost his wits
And in fright he fled outside

Screaming for vengeance at the treacherous count
The last of brave men gave chase
But the beasts had overwhelmed them
I'm sure they savored the
Taste

Vision fading
all are dead here
Frostbite holding
Saga ending

3. Heathen Blood

You have Long kept the Truth
You're a man of the sword
the Great among this land
Your are a son of mine, Fierce and Proud
many trolls slain by your hand
Murdered by a traitor
Alien to me
False promises lined his lips
He came for gold, Fled into the night
While the sons of the gods would stand and fight.

Can you hear the call of the Gjallahorn
The burning pride within your hear
For few of this age have come to hear
The voice of the ancient heathen blood

Valkyries Ride to bring you back home
with your ancestors; awaiting your arrival
Long have we had to prepare your seat
for the feast at the table of the gods of old
Odin at his throne in the hall of valhalla
bids you welcome to these holy grounds
Lay down your sword
Take up your horn
And partake the sacred mead of asgard

Can you hear the sound of the Gjalarhorn
The burning pride within your hearts
For few of this age have come to hear
The voice of the ancient heathen blood

4. In The Shadow Of A Mountain

This ancient mountain is tall and black
shadow draws ancient and cold
My men and I have “journeyed forth”
But alas, the trail has grown old

My father set out ere the winter came,
and naught of his travels we learned
And spring has come and gone again
yet never did we see his return

Many men have followed
to learn where father had gone
with prickled necks we venture forth
Into the Shadow of a Mountain!

The journey here has been cruel and fierce
Forward through sun, snow and sleet
Through every season we have come to this place'
to learn of my kinsmens sad fate

deep within this ice-scorned place
a crack that is cold as night
Deep in this craig on mountains-side
my father's body locked in ice

To this place I have come at last
To learn of that evil truth
His life has been taken from me
and with it has gone my youth

Some enemy has sundered his limbs
left his body a husk
Some enemy has torn him piece from piece
they left him to die in the dusk

I cry to the Gods, the all-powerful ones
who surely must witness my pain
I cry to the Gods of the wind and the sea,
"Now, give me my enemy's name!"

Suddenly, revealed to me
Askew-ed from vision, a shrine in the snow
Runes laid in stone tell of ethereal being
"I am Skadhi, and this is my home."

"Skadhi," I cry to the wind!
"Dweller of old Thrymsheim!
Skadhi, queen of the frozen mount!
I beg for my enemy's name!" 


5. Warhellride

A mournful horn sounds a deathly call
A lone ship sails back to the fjords
I know my father dines in Odin's hall
Feasting above with heroes of old

Borne from the ship and carried high
His face as white as the snow
Sword-wounds cleaned and dried
Four men bear his body.
His bearded face is calm and proud

His jaw is firm and eyes open wide
His warriors hold his body high still and cold.
Still and cold!

On his chest his ancient sword
Gleaming even under the clouds
Taken long ago from dragon's hoard.
Plundered from the ancient caves.

His sea-steed is pushed off from the sand
Flaming, into the salty brine.
The ravens circle overhead
Calling out their croaking cry.
The smoke coils up into the snowy clouds
Blowing back to our ancestral shores
Where I stand holding my fathers sword.
My ancient sword!

The ships once again prepare to sail
The men have stocked with weapons of war
Axes and shields, helms and spears
And me with my ancestral blade.

We will sail to the lands of our foes
Right to the place where my father fell
And for his death we'll make them pay,
Send triple our number down to Hell.
Gather steel and raise your head
Let forth your battle yell
And come my brothers, join us
On this warhellride!
Warhellride!

6. Regicide

Our footsteps echo through caverns
Our war cries heard from afar
Forests torn asunder
The ground stained red from thier blood

The light off our armour is gleaming
Our fire has burned all in wake
The drawbridge lays in splinters
We now make our way through the hold

There lies The spiral staircase
Which leads to the throne of my betrayer
My sword impatient in my hand
Gods praise me when I cut off his head

The castle falls Silent
The wind can be heard in the halls
His head held up for all those to see
The battle has been declared ours

With Sword still in hand and treasure in tows
We make our way back to the shore
i have lived up to my family name
At last we are going home

7. The Return

The wind swept cold across my face as I crossed the mighty sea
The sound of laughter from man and gull was the theme to our voyage
Onward we sail through sun and storm to reach the foreign lands
The oarsman row, whilst the kettle drum banged to the rhythm of the sea

The stars guide our way through the mist and the fog like the old witch said before
The boats dragonhead cuts through the dark as we sail closer to home
Bleagh

Pillaging all that they have
Taking from woman and child
The priests cry in pain on the ground they lay slain
Whilst the dragons breath devours the town
Trinkets of silver and gold
Now burden our longships hold
More work to be done
Raise your oars to the sun
As we fly from whence we are borne

All signs of land now fade from us
But we know our way by the stars
No sword or squall can make us fear
For our pride and Thors hammer are clear
The lightning that leads our way
Which has done for thousands of years
The rains has eternally fallen
njords wrath unending

Pillaging all that they have
Taking from woman and child
The priests cry in pain on the ground they lay slain
Whilst the dragons breath devours the town
Trinkets of silver and gold
Now burden our longships hold
More work to be done
Raise your oars to the sun
As we fly from whence we are borne

8. We Live

Brothers now dead and gone
Killed by weaklings, think they've won
We will avenge your deaths
May they enjoy their final breath

Grab your axes, make them dead
Cut their brains out of their heads
Eat their hearts and shred their bones
Pay no heed to their dying moans

Burn off their bones and fat
Stomp their bodies flat
Rip them apart with your might
We will eat well tonight

They think that they have won
But the battle has just begun
Spare as much strength as you can give
Let them know the trolls still live!

Retribution blood repaid
They had seen their final day
Used our Tools and made em Dead
Bashed their brains out of their heads

Grabbed our axes, made em dead
Pulled their brains out from their heads
Ate their hearts and snapped their bones
Payed no heed to their dying moans

Eyes gouged out, lifeforce spilt
The forest burns as nature willed
The end has come, the rush is gone
And yet our life continues on

though they thought they could have won
Before the battle had begun
We gave them all that we could give.
We let them know that we still live

9. (Untitled)

TROLLBAND LYRICS