Cirith Ungol – The Troll

Hides under a bridge,

Where he can t be seen.

Huddled under a bankside,

Staring into a stream.

Wanna cross this bridge,

Well better be aware.

There is a brown hairy troll,

Gonna give you a scare.

Yea, I’m the troll,

This is my bridge,

Go turn around,

Back through the ridge.

Yea, I ‘m the troll,

Don t you even dare,

Yea, I’m the troll,

Gonna get you there,

Monster from beneath.

Bastard of grief,

Such a sad sigh,

Does he wanna die?

In a mind of fear,

The troll lives in my mind.

I must forget this fear of regret.

The Troll

The Troll

The Troll

The Troll will charge a toll,

That is, your life,

So this is it,

You better think Twice,

Don’t cross the bridge,

Where he lives.

But, its too late

Cause here he is,