Trogdor!
Trogdor!
Trogdor was a man
I mean, he was a dragon man
Or maybe he was just a dragonBut he was still Trogdor!
Trogdor!
Trogdor!
Burninating the countryside,Burninating the peasantsBurninating all the peoplesAnd 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 . . .
