Troll

Anonymous alone afraid 

In sewers where you ply your trade 

Blood flows before the price is paid

You hit before you run

 

Embarrassed that I'm not ashamed 

For planning how to have you maimed 

The weakest scalp I've ever claimed 

This one is just for fun

 

Reality replaced pretence 

No longer sitting on the fence 

Your torture it will be intense 

The setting of the sun 

 

I've found a picture of your face 

The gods have given me their grace 

As hell prepares your resting place 

In chamber number one

 

Revenge a dish that's best served cold 

The ignorance that won't be told 

Your soul it has been bought and sold 

The troll hunt has begun