Elexorien - Dryads And Trolls lyrics
rate me[Lindalë, Elven minstrel of Athelorn]<br />
... Oh hear ye! Fair folk! Gather around<br />
And listen to my song<br />
A fairytale of Sylvan Dreams<br />
And Trolls, mighty and strong<br />
<br />
An ancient story written<br />
In the leaves of every tree<br />
Of Dryadfolk and magic oaks<br />
That set the forest free<br />
<br />
And so the tale begins<br />
In the snowy woods of Athelorn<br />
On a cold and misty wintermorning<br />
<br />
When the Dryads of the North<br />
Heard a warning from the trees<br />
And they started to sing... <br />
<br />
[The Elder Oak]<br />
Listen now, Dryad folk<br />
This here is the Elder Oak<br />
Something's prowling through<br />
Our most beloved woods tonight<br />
<br />
Trolls are coming, they are near<br />
The trees they all tremble in fear<br />
All my branches warn me<br />
And tell me you must hide<br />
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[Dryads]<br />
Oh Mother of the Woods, there must be something we can do<br />
Although we heed your warning, know that we are not alone<br />
We shall sing for the aid of our allies, Pixies, Sylphs and Elves<br />
And Nymphs will come and turn the Trolls to stone<br />
<br />
Singing for the dawn in the forest of the Dryads<br />
At the coming nightfall we shall dance along the trees<br />
Messengers of green, sentinels of woodland, <br />
Bound to our magical oaks eternally, but forever we're free<br />
<br />
[Trolls]<br />
Bashing and ramming our way through the trees<br />
Slaying and eating all creatures we see<br />
Nothing can stop us from doing as we please<br />
Masters of the wild, the Trollish way to be<br />
<br />
Rage, hunger, bloodlust and hate<br />
Must find food before it's too late<br />
Frenzied berserkers, havoc we create<br />
Rending your flesh apart, troll-bait! <br />
<br />
[Nymphs]<br />
My sisters, oh, do not despair<br />
The Sylvan League has come to aid<br />
In the name of the Goddess of the Woods<br />
The Dryad Grove will remain<br />
<br />
[Trolls]<br />
What is this puny creature, this useless waste of space<br />
Annoying little treefolk called the Dryad race<br />
Listen tiny buggers, you shall be our food<br />
And all your magic treasure will be ours to loot<br />
<br />
[Nymphs]<br />
Turn to stone! <br />
<br />
[Dryads]<br />
Singing for the dawn in the forest of the Dryads<br />
At the coming nightfall we shall dance along the trees<br />
Messengers of green, sentinels of woodland, <br />
Bound to our magical oaks eternally, but forever... <br />
<br />
Singing for the dawn in the forest of the Dryads<br />
At the coming nightfall we shall dance along the trees<br />
Messengers of green, sentinels of woodland, <br />
Bound to our magical oaks eternally, but forever we're free
