As the dew covers the woods  the filthy trolls wakes up to a new night.  Crawling out to their caverns  impossible to spot for an untrained eye.  Taking their first deep breaths  in their swamp of unpleasantness.  Terrifying the woods inhabitants  with howls of lunar ecstasy.    Watchmen of the wild.  Protectors of the solitude.  With malice they guard  the vast and primeval forest.    Stinking goblinfeets stamps onwards  through the sleeping forest.  Their treacherous black eyes  spyes into the peaceful night.  The hunted innocent victims  tryes to escape but fails.  The beasts knows of every corners  up the hills and down the dales.