Trogdor!
 
Trogdor!
 
 Trogdor was a man
 
I mean, he was a dragon man
 
Or maybe he was just a dragon
But he was still Trogdor!
 
Trogdor!
 
Trogdor!
Burninating the countryside,
Burninating the peasants
Burninating all the peoples
And their thatched-roof cottages!
Thatched-roof cottages!
Whoa, this has wicked dueling guitar solos
 
It's like squeedly versus meedley over here
 
Go squeedly!
 
Go squeedly!!
 
Squeedly wins!!!
When all the land is in ruins
 
 And burnination has forsaken the countryside
 
 Only one guy will remain
 
My money's on
 
Trogdor!
 
Trogdor!
And the Trogdor comes in the night . . .