THE HOLY SOUL AND THE WRECKED TROLLS…
At the silent midnight walks a holy soul
And as she passes by she’s seen by wrecked trolls
Who never had mercy
Who never had fear
Help me oh lord
Cries the holy soul
But neither lord nor an angel comes forth to save
The holy soul she shrieks
But the trolls show no mercy
How could not they see her tears?
It makes the soul wonder
How could someone be so evil?
More evil than the darkest ghoul
And as the trolls harasses her
The soul passes away
And she does speaks her death wish
“Don’t make me a girl again”
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