Utgard - Black Moors of Troll-Land

They come from night
And death walks with them
From black moors, moors of troll-land
Childrens of the night
The breed of ancient hate
Trolls the nightbreed, trolls of black moors
Shadows now dance around
To these lands so cold
Lands of screaming spirits, black moors of troll-land
Darkness fills these souls
Souls lusting for war
The war is started, war against the feeble light

“...They march towards the battlefields.
The mist surrounds the forces of light
And darkness makes them blind,
The battle rages like storm on horizon,
But it ends quickly.
The wrath of trolls crushes the holy believers...”

And they return to the black moors
Heads of enemies adorn the spears
Spears that killed the hordes of christians