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
Listen now, Dryadfolk
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
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, the 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
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
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
What is this puny creature, this useless waste of s***e
Annoying little treefolk called the Dryad race
Listen tiny b*****s, you shall be our food
And all your magic treasure will be ours to loot
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
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
Listen now, Dryadfolk
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
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, the 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
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
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
What is this puny creature, this useless waste of s***e
Annoying little treefolk called the Dryad race
Listen tiny b*****s, you shall be our food
And all your magic treasure will be ours to loot
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