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As the dew covers the woods the filthy trolls wakes up to a new night. |
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Crawling out to their caverns impossible to spot for an untrained eye. |
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Taking their first deep breaths in their swamp of unpleasantness. |
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Terrifying the woods inhabitants with howls of lunar ecstasy. |
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Watchmen of the wild. |
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Protectors of the solitude. |
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With malice they guard the vast and primeval forest. |
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Stinking goblinfeets stamps onwards through the sleeping forest. |
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Their treacherous black eyes spyes into the peaceful night. |
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The hunted innocent victims tryes to escape but fails. |
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The beasts knows of every corners up the hills and down the dales. |
