The Troll Songtext
von Saint Vitus

When is the time
To do something about your agony?
Without a dime
You can mourn about the way it should be
The passion is there
Let it come out naturally
You need not care
How others might think you should be


Look at the past
The name of the game was pain
The pleasure don′t last
You've lost what there was to gain
Hurting so many, loving so few
No wonder the things that you can do
Playing the stars, your melodies
Living so hard when it′s on your knees

You know what's right
And you know that kindness can
It's a mental fight
And the winner is a man

Open your eyes, shake your head
Raise your body from the dead
Cold, grey haze will never stay
Don′t ever let them take your strength away