Dryads and Trolls Testo

Dryads and Trolls

(Lindalë, Elven minstrel of Athelorn)

“O hear ye! Fair folk! Gather ‘round

And listen to my song

A fairytale of Sylvan Dreams
And Trolls, mighty and strong



An ancient story written

In the leaves of every tree

Of Dryadfolk and magic oaks

That set the forest free



And so the tale begins

In the snowy woods of Athelorn

On a cold and misty wintermorning


When the Dryads of the North

Heard a warning from the trees

And they started to sing”



(The Elder Oak)

Listen now, Dryad folk

This here is the Elder Oak

Something’s prowling through our most beloved woods tonight



Trolls are coming, they are near

The trees they all tremble in fear

All my branches warn me and tell me you must hide



(Dryads)

O Mother of the Woods, there must be something we can do

Although we heed your warning, know that we are not alone

We shall sing for the aid of our allies, Pixies, Sylphs and Elves

And Nymphs will come and turn the Trolls to stone



Singing for the dawn in the forest of the Dryads

At the coming nightfall we shall dance along the trees

Messengers of green, sentinels of woodland

Bound to our magical oaks eternally

But forever we’re free



(Trolls)

Bashing and ramming our way through the trees

Slaying and eating all creatures we see

Nothing can stop us from doing as we please

Masters of the wild, the Trollish way to be



Rage, hunger, bloodlust and hate

Must find food before it’s too late

Frenzied beserkers, havoc we create

Rending your flesh apart, TROLL-BAIT!!



(Nymphs)

My sisters, oh do not despair

The Sylvan League has come to aid

In the name of the Goddess of the Woods

The Dryad Grove will remain



(Trolls)

What is this puny creature, this useless waste of space

Annoying little treefolk called the Dryad race

Listen tiny buggers, you shall be our food

And all your magic treasure will be ours to loot



(Nymphs)

Turn to stone !!



(Dryads)

Singing for the dawn in the forest of the Dryads

At the coming nightfall we shall dance along the trees

Messengers of green, sentinels of woodland

Bound to our magical oaks eternally

But forever we’re...



Singing for the dawn in the forest of the Dryads

At the coming nightfall we shall dance along the trees

Messengers of green, sentinels of woodland

Bound to our magical oaks eternally

But forever we’re free