I see two men fighting on the hill.
One is a hero, the other needs no reason to kill.
One with a cherub's face and a lover's silver voice.
Crafted of materials of the highest choice.
The other is huge, shaggy, and twisted of limb.
Who's very existance could be thought a sin...
Despite all this, I beg you pray for the Troll,
For there in lies the rub, he is the one with a soul.