Ghost Trollocs in the Sky.

An old Gaidin went riding out, one dark and windy day.
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way.
When all at once a mighty Fist of dread Trollocs he saw,
A plowin' through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw.

Yippy eye-oh! Yippy eye-ay!
Ghost trollocs in the sky!

Their red eyes were on fire, and their hooves were made of steel.
Their horns were balck and shiny, and their foul breath he could feel.
A blot of fear shot through him as they thundered in the sky,
And he saw the Gaidin comin' hard and heard their mournful cry.

Yippy eye-oh! Yippy eye-ay!
Ghost trollocs in the sky!

As the Gaidin loped on by him, well he heard them call his name:
"If you want to save your soul from hell, a ridin' on our range,
Then Gaidin change your ways today or with us you will ride,
A tryin' to catch this Dark one's horde across these endless skies!

Yippy eye-oh! Yippy eye-ay!
Ghost trollocs in the sky!