Текст песни Trolling Stones - Орочья - если гному отрезать руки

If you cut off the hands of the dwarf
If the legs are cut too
Poor dwarf our die of boredom
Because it will not be able to dig

I am natseplyu armor
I shake the scimitar safely
Tighten horned helmet tight
And in the mists go on business

Tucked away in a big way
I'll wait in ambush travelers
Dew zasyreyut legs
And vozydut blisters on the back

I will think about the beer and the house
About his wife of child orchatah
On a bed of warm straw
And the curse of the damned dwarves