3 trolls 1 mother 7 babies

When you took on this family
You took on the god
Anubis is out there
Wet by the sod
Wet by the blood of those
Who thrust and kill
Who will die in a melee
That might just chill
The blood of the victims
Turns into ice
For what’s going to happen
Just isn’t nice

With the hardness of heart
And the merciless ways
You had no pity
To try and raise
The babies to put them out
For someone to tend
No you went and murdered them
How could you defend

Such a vile murder
7 young souls
And their dear mother
You dug the holes
And now you will fill them
It’s spiteful and galling
To label the crime

Which was bloody appalling