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Trollheim S Grott Bizarre Troll Technology

Your days are numbered, puny human race I am conquering you with blasphemy Religious foolishness, enslavement of the weak I an your saviour the blasphemer

Humans, my morbid choir sing your songs in death-like-silence Humans, my precious puppets fracture in your world is turning upwards In the glare of

existence Beware! Syndicate is behind the moon It will twine around you Run and hide, cry and whine, cause the Trolls will hunt you down Mankind will