"We've woken the Elves!" Hark! how the Horn Sweet Gjallahorn All seem to say "Blow Hive away." Crota is here Bringing the fear To Earth the old Guardians be bold Boom, Bang, Boom, Bang Pain is calling again With joyful scream We start caroling Thrall coming near Shotguns are clear'd Wizards ev'rywhere Filling the air Oh how they sound, Twitch'n on the ground, O'er hill and dale, Bodies mark the trail, G-Horn it ring While Guardin's sing Songs of good cheer Crota is here Death, Death, Death, Death to Crota Death, Death, Death, Death to Crota On, on it sends, Rockets without end Their joyful tone In ev'ry home