From the time of the old Gods under the hill Under the stone there's a rotten smell Waits under bridges and all around the bend Killing everything from mice to men The Trolls of the mountains made out of stone Dismembering your flesh and bone You'd better run, you'd better hide Run from the Legend of Olog-hai Run! Hide! From Olog-hai Run! Hide! From Olog-hai Lonesome travelers better beware Caves full of rotting flesh and hair Beware the mountains the dark of the night The light of dawn is the only respite Scourge of the highlands, the Trolls of the hills The beasts that plunder haunt and kill The men of the village, they all abide You'd better run, you'd better hide Run! Hide! From Olog-hai Run! Hide! From Olog-hai Up in the mountains Hiding in the trees Lurking in the forest Woeful screams on the breeze Run! Hide! From Olog-hai Run! Hide! From Olog-hai Run! Hide! From Olog-hai Run! Hide! From Olog-hai