Well this was done in 10 minutes and is probably not the best...
Anyway here it goes:
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THE HUNTING AGE
...The district stands still, a starshining night...
...A distant fire can be seen, cause they're drawing near...
Onward rides the king of the trolls
With his wolven brother out to hunt
All living creatures run, beast and friends
The blood shall drown this solitary region
By the darkness in his great hall
He heads out, to quench his thirst
They're hasting on their crooked legs
Several lives to take, a hundred of bones to break
The troll lord's company bursting through
Gloomy woods and frozen mountains
Slaying whatever they see and find hidden things
Heads shall decorate their holy rock
So now the region is gloomy and dark
The sun goes up, but no life is there
In the underworld a succesful hunt is celebrated
Then there will be centuries of silence...
(damn you human trespasser
soon the trolls will carry you to the rock)
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sounds better in swedish of course...
