[Lindalë, Elven minstrel of Athelorn] ...Oh hear ye! Fair folk! Gather around 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] Oh 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 berserkers, 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...
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