Don't let the troll into your bed  he'll take your soul then eat your head  inside the honey hollow space  licking his fingertips of cake  He brings the whirling deep in your heart  then sing as twirlling demons dark  to take you down beneath the ridge  To where is found his silent bridge  Still is the water green and thick  he'll drag you under with his stick  see flaxen gold floats there through the mist  he killed someone's daughter with his wick  An arm with grey skin bobs slowly in the pit  No don't let the troll creep in your door  he'll take you in sleep to his chamber of horror  are you dreaming no use pleading  are you dreaming he'll soon be feeding