In the dead of night lurks an ill breed

A vile thing, gorged on flesh of steed

It unmans many with brave bowels

When the Troll Wind howls

It rises up from the darkest depths

And consumes any it finds beneath its steps

Great terror men know when it growls

When the Troll Wind howls

This beast, terrible and mighty

Stalks the dark places nightly

Its face is scarred and always scowling

When the Troll Wind comes a-howling

Lock your doors and bar your windows

Lest this monster deal your kin their deathblows

Through the darkness it slinks and prowls

On those nights when the Troll wind howls