The blacksmith lived in Bjedla in Sogndal
Those were the days when trolls were in every village
From every hill to cliff, everywhere, they did harm
Some had haunted along the road and scared the life out of walkers after sunset
The worst of them all was the Lundamyr troll who hid in the middle of the village
The blacksmith he had a magic sword , Flusi was its name
Suddenly one Saturday night the blacksmith thought of going out
He finished, stuck Flusi in the scabbard and went down to the threshing floor and The road led to under the forest where the bog lay in front of him
She shone brightly in the moonlight
And now he saw the Lundamyr troll
Lying, sleeping, enormous < br/>And spread out over the moor
The blacksmith and the Lundamyr troll
But then the final straw fell for the smith, if he possessed power and sword, these shall be tested by ending this monster
Thus the smith drew Flusi and plunged the sword straight into the chest
Then the troll awoke and screamed
It writhed in pain and passed out kte pull out the sword
Stick and draw shouted the goblin, thinking the smith would draw back the sword
Let standing sedan standing till Monday said the blacksmith
And with that the blacksmith went out to sea
Now the troll wailed
When the blacksmith came home it was dead and he mantled Flusi
Suddenly three portals opened in Loftesnesfjället and out of the portals trolls crawled out, big and small
Now är best död, not är best death! shouted the troll
They came and pulled the troll from Lundamyr between them
and pulled it across the fjord and into the biggest portal
Then the troll slurred
Then the portals closed and the mountain hid the terrible company in its embrace
Long ago wanderers have feared this place, mostly at night time
It glittered so strangely below by the moor in the moonlight
The terror became greater and it is believed to hear the screams of goblins through the valley
Perhaps the goblins have returned

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