Goblins' Dance

Once in the time of chaos,

of sunless days and of unhappiness.

The statue of the triumphant master

stood proud and grim.

In the light of three descending moons,

it twisted and cracked open.

Unleashing the Goblin King,

once again, for the last time.



"Now the Victory is ours!"

"Let us dance the dance of the Immortals."

Theay shriked, as they marched

up and down the hills,

in the sighing face of earth.



Misfortune and Chaos,

Grief and Destruction

The works of Dreaming evil,

and the joy of unholiness

No soul was left alone,

in the mayhem of the human race.

"Hahahahaa!!!, Let us joy, Let us Dance!!!"

So they danced their macabre dances



From the three ascending moons,

moonshine, was spilling onto the ground,

Gruesome trophies were all around,

In the halls of the Goblin King.