Jonny Apple's Seed - Troll 3

They wake you up
They make you scream
You wet the sheets
Quarter pass three
In the air
You will rise
All to meet
Your demise

Trolls
Trolls
Trolls at the foot of your bed
Trolls
Trolls
Trolls at the foot of your bed

And they ask...
"Deal or no deal?"
Blood will spill
Thrill of the kill
"Howie Mandel"
They will scream
"Is our beloved king"

Your limbs will fall
Away from your core
And out will pour
A sacrifice to their lord

Trolls
Trolls
Trolls at the foot of your bed
Trolls
Trolls
Trolls they want you dead

Written by:
Jonathan Stewart

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