March ye trolls of wood and stone
March for now the way is shown
He who sits upon the throne
Is not a man but of our own
This road he built will show the way
To find the mortals we must slay
He who sits upon the throne
Is not a man but of our own
He who sits upon the throne
Is made of wood, wind and stone
March for now the way is shown
He who sits upon the throne
Is not a man but of our own
This road he built will show the way
To find the mortals we must slay
He who sits upon the throne
Is not a man but of our own
He who sits upon the throne
Is made of wood, wind and stone