Olog Hai

When the war cry comes, from a harsh inhuman throat
And the Sun's light grows dim, it's the Sign to end all hope
Out of the forests they will ride, and from caverns black and deep
Mounting on wolves they charge to War!

After years the trolls rise from sleep, guarded with shields and horned helms
With black mail encrusted with black jewels, hammers and maces they do wield
To crush and split the skulls of fools!

The Olog Hai have risen again, to follow their maker's evil will
Although the world is filled with scum;
Soon, the drudge's blood will spill!