Текст песни Trolling Stones - Орочья - если гному отрезать руки

If the gnome's hands are cut off
If you cut off your legs too
Our poor dwarf will die of boredom
Because he can't dig

I'll put on chain mail in the morning
I will swing the scimitar boldly
I'll tighten the horned helmet tight
And into the fogs I will go to work

I hide by the high road
I will wait for travelers in ambush
The dew will make your feet wet
And blisters on the back will rise

I will think about beer and home
About the wife about the orchard children
About warm straw bedding
And scold all the damned dwarfs