Trogdor!
TROGDOR! TROGDOR!
Trogdor was a man!
I mean, he was a dragon man!
Er, maybe he was just a dragon, but he was still
TROGDOR! TROGDOR!
Burninating the countryside
Burninating all the peasants
Burninating all the peoples
And their thatched roof cottages!
Thatched roof cottages!
(dueling guitar solos)
Oh, awesome! Wicked guitar solos!
It's like squeedly verses meedley over here!
Go squeedly! Go squeedly! Squeedly wins!
(Info: This next verse is somewhat whispered, not sang)
When the town is left in ruins
And burnination has forsaken the countryside
Only one guy will remain and my money is on
TROGDOR! TROGDOR! AND THEN TROGDOR COMES IN THE NIGHT!
