Barrow of Torolv - Sarke

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