The lyrics of the album "Blood Fest Starts" were written to recount a complet story about the trolls.
(Writed by Norcrow & David)

The interlude "Requiem Aeternam" was composed in memory of the deceased father of our friend Polo (from the Point Rock) : Francesco

 


 
    02 - Slaves of Fear  
 

Come in our insane world of flesh and fears
Join our eternal chaos, surrender now !

Where light is dying out, we found our home
When night is coming, here comes our time

From the depth of our dens, the screams resound
Until they drown in laughter and blood

Forget the light of the sun, now that you are ours
Here we take your dreams and turn them into fears and pain
You will like your cages, they’re made with bones
Now come to join your brothers, the slaves of fear

The suffering makes sense only when we can see
The hope to faint in the eyes of our victims

 
     


 
    03 - Glory's Horn  
 

In our bushy and filthy ears is buzzing a frozen chant
Coming from the old mounts, calling us since the ancien times
But now the time has come to leave our dear feasts
To find the legacy  of our ancestors

Heading to the cursed peaks braving our fear of walking
Taking with us our beers and our meat
If death awaits us at the end of this path
We shall be honored to die for the glory’s horn

Let us march on the path of the lost horn
To blow in it and to free the ices
Let the eternal snow melt and become beer
Let this cold curse become our weal

Through the snow, through the mountains
Beyond thirsty plains we ride
Defying cold and frozen winds
At the summit lies our dream

 
     


 
    04 - Lost in dancing Beer  
 

Walking on drunk grass
Surrounded by rivers of beer
I come back in the plains
To reap the glory and drink

Between rocks I find some rats
They’re dancing drunk on dead moles
I come back to our dens
To gnaw some cats and drink 

I’m lost in surging brooks
I search my way through dancing streams
I call, lost in rivers of beer
Will I find a footpath to my home ?

I see dancing beer around me
I see drunk rats on dead moles

 
     


 
    05 - Serial Troller  
 

In plains and feet of mounts, torrents of beer spread
For joy of trolls and all : eternal drinking bouts
But beer is not alone, it brought an other thing
An evil spirit wich transforms everybody in trolls

... Eternal drinking bouts ... Everybody in trolls !

The fall of beers is the cradle of a new god
A god of madness, filth and drinking bouts :
The Serial Troller

... Eternal Drinking Bouts !!!

In woods and villages, the fest of slaughters start
We shall eat all families with a Whiskey sauce
Between our teeth rot the rests of innocents
If you don't want to drink a beer, you shall be our preys

... With a Whiskey sauce ... You shall be our preys !

The fall of beers is the cradle of a new god
A god of madness, filth and drinking bouts :
The Serial Troller

... Eternal Drinking Bouts !!!

Our laughters resound in your nightmares and the swamps
We shall rape and dismember your flowers and your pets
The hop is now the guide of our primary instincts
We track beers and chilren for our feasts and pleasure

... Your flowers and your pets ... For our feasts and pleasure !

As heaven falling on earth with his angels
The beer has flowed in our lands and our throats
As resentful warriors taking virgins
The serial troller possosses now all souls

Eternal Drinking Bouts !!!
The fall of beers is the cradle of a new god
A god of madness, filth and drinking bouts :
The Serial Troller

 
     


 
    07 - Blood Fest Starts  
 

Sunless days have started
The trolls have invaded the forgotten caves
A little murder, a little lunch
That’s how we spend our days

Sunless days have started
Now take your weapons

The burning times will arrive
Villages and lands will drown in flames
A lot of screams, a lot of flesh
That’s what we need for our hunger

There will be murders
There will be bones
There will be blood
Now take your weapons

Blood fest starts !

Sunless days have started
The burning times will arrive
The trolls have invaded the forgotten caves
Villages and lands will drown in flames

A little murder, a little lunch
That’s how we spend our days
A lot of screams, a lot of flesh
That’s what we need for our hunger

 
     


 
    08 - Fight for one Beer  
 

From the bottom of our dens
We're smelling of a misfortune
We feel all beers in the world
But today there remains only one

All trolls are feeling the rage, and a despairing thirst
A great war is brewing between those monsters

From the farthest plain is spreading
The smell of a single beer
Who's waiting for the strongest troll
Who will win this epic war

All trolls are mobilizing to find that last beer
And they'll kill all who get on their way

All trolls are feeling the rage, and a despairing thirst
All trolls are mobilizing to find that last beer
I proudly join this fight to be the winner
Nothing will stop me
For this beer I'll slay

The war is raging, the blood spurts on the grass
My claws tears the flesh and my teeth slice throats
Around me only deads, I have defeated them all
I drink this beer and pray to find another one

Am I the last troll ? Was it the last beer ?
I'm feeling so alone and I'm so thirty !

 
     


 
    09 - Tears of Troll  
 

Since a long time, we drink and party
In the age of beers or Whiskey
In love with barrels, covering us with honey
When the bottles are empty, we cry

One more glass ! One more Beer !

Follow us in our vomiting dances
Through the lands of beers and Whiskey
In our throats, we keep some rings of bones
So that everything easily flows

One more glass ! One more Beer !
One more drink ! One more Beer !

Curse or blessing of the gods, we don’t care
We like that we can drink even if there’s nothing
Our forces lies in our sadness
Our forces lies in our eyes

When we are so thirsty, we are sad
That’s why from our eyes are flowing tears
Tears of beer, tears of rum or what we need
Forever we can drink everywhere

Since a long time, we drink and party
Through the ages of beers or Whiskey
Forever thirsty, forever drunk
Our eternal prayer is : cheers !

 
     


 
    10 - Morning Wood  
 

I feel a cold wind, a stinking mist creeping in the air
Opening my eyes, all is blurry around me
I recognize here the smell of my den
I see these walls of filth, which protected all my beers
I get up painfully to recover my beloved drinks

I’m ready to kill again for my beers
I can rally other trolls in honour of drinks and slime
We’re ready to walk again on our hunting grounds and fields
Our loot will be made ​​of flesh and bones

Shortage of beer were only an illusion
All my fears was juste a dream
I can drink again at will

Shortage of drink were only an unreal grief
With my beers I’ll dominate
All the humans for my lunch

 
     


 
    11 - Circo Sordium  
 

Riding under the sun who nourishes our faith and our
Strenght that must stay pure and eternal
Knights bright land, we are the sword and the shield of our
Kingdom to win all wars and to spread on the world

Storms, giants or sorcerers
No one will stop us, no fear of death
Gods of winds and fire
Watch over us and bless our path and our will

Venturing in the plains and braving the torments
We know that our glory will be eternal
Never been afraid by monsters of hell
We will fight until the fall of despair

Now here you are in the forgotten forests
No shining stars here, no one of your gods
Welcome in our circus, our den is the night
An eternal nightmare governed by the shades

Scream for your gods, crie for your pain
The only one who can hears you here is our hunger
Now dance for us, without one or both legs
And watch us playing with bones of your horses

Scream for your gods, crie for your pain
The only one who can hears you here is our hunger
Forget your dear hope, forget happiness
You'll never see again the sun or the sky

If you thought that you can elude us
You make us laugh
No one can kill drunk trolls
Or escape our claws

Forget your dear hope, forget happiness
No shining stars here, no one of your gods
Now dance for us, without one or both legs
And watch us playing with bones of your horses

Welcome in our circus, your last nightmare
Do you feel the fear now ? The cruelity of trolls
This place is your last one remember its name :

Sirco Sordium