A Viking raid in the far off distant past,
Left Wolfram the Troll alone and aghast!
Wolfram the Troll had drank to much ale!
To late at the shore! his long boat had set sail.

Wolfram the Troll stood alone on the shore,
Unwelcome he thought! at any strangers door.
Wolfram the Troll felt so very, very alone,
Wolfram feared he never would again see home.

Wolfram picked up his axe; and away he strode!
Wolfram, a solitary figure on a long lonely road.
Where he was going; he didn`t know, couldn`t tell.
Then he met a beautiful girl; named Ravenel.

Ravenel stole Wolframs sad and lonely heart!
Ravenel and Wolfram vowed never to part.
Side-by-side, hand-in-hand they died,
Valhalla was the last word together they cried.

By Jim Noond.