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