[Intro – Djúpir Hellatrommur + Stríðnislegt Hvísl] [Hlýr og Ríkulegur Kassagítar] Deop under fjallasteini, We lived knee-deep in the muck. Then a young troll said, “Come on out— There’s a whole mess called ‘society’ in the mudflat up the road.” [Verse 1] We pushed out through the cypress, Boots heavy with black clay, The men took one look at our silhouettes And hightailed it through the bay. We said, “What’s got them spooked now? Do we really look that wild?” Then one of us caught his face in a truck window... “Aye. Right. That tracks.” We hit the town and saw That cold white glow in every palm: Little screens buzzing like gnats Keeping the whole place calm. [Pre-Chorus] We slid under the boardwalk, Men slid deeper in their feeds. Maybe we ain’t so different... Maybe we’re the same breed. [Chorus] WE ARE TROLLS! DOWN IN THE MIRE! Men hand over cash For junk they never wire! WE ARE TROLLS! WHERE THE MARSHES ROAM! Men grind all week For things they won’t bring home! Hey! Who’s the monster now?! [Verse 2] A man showed us social media, Said: “This is where we fight.” We said, “You mean shouting at strangers Till the screen goes white?” He said: “Pretty much. Most nights.” They bark at folks they don’t know, Get stuck in the comments, Then say they’re bone-tired Like they hauled logs all day. One troll said, “I get it now. I finally got the trick.” “Mean the app?” “Nay... I can throw shade from my swamp And stay off everybody’s grid.” [Chorus] WE ARE TROLLS! DOWN IN THE MIRE! Men build neat little houses But still can’t shake the wire! WE ARE TROLLS! WHERE THE MARSHES ROAM! Men snap a plate of catfish Before they eat it cold! [Bridge – Þungar Trommur + Óreiðukenndur Tröllasöngur] GRR! GRR! Where’s the dock?! What’s a login?! Why’s the fridge Louder than the cicadas at dusk?! [Verse 3] The elder trolls came calling, Said: “You’ve stayed too long in town! The bog needs your hands, Come back before the sun goes down!” But we found gas station hot dogs, Late-night static, cheap beer, Swamp coolers in August, And troll names in the chat right here. I looked back at the wetland, At the reeds and the low black water... Then someone shoved me a smartphone. I said... “Forgive me, Chieftain. You’ll have to drag me.” [Final Chorus – Gegnheill Tröllakór] WE ARE TROLLS! FROM THE MUD WE CAME! Now we post dumb memes And play our little games! WE ARE TROLLS! WE AIN’T HEADING HOME! Wi-Fi’s better in the shack, And the po’ boy comes to the dome! [Outro – Hellaómun + Tilkynningahljóð] The men called us trolls... We cackled. “Check the comments, darlin’.” GRRRRRR... ...Sent from my smartphone.|
