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 feeding