Don't come near the stony barrow
Birds who rest there shriek and die
You will come to end like maddened sparrow
If you find yourslef there, fear and fly
Wraith of Torolv spreads his malice
Bones are broken, Lives impaired
His victims will be buried in this palace
In his grave of evil and decay
Cattle turn to rabid creatures
People fear the tearing hate
No relief in desperate tales of perachers
Tormented and driven to their fate