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!

Burninating the countryside
Burninating the peasants
Burninating all the people
And their thatched-roof cottages!

Thatched-roof cottages!

(whoa, this has wicked dueling guitar solos!
It's like, squeedley versus meedley over here
Go squeedley!
Go squeedley!
Squeedley wins!)

When all the land is in ruin
And burnination has forsaken the countryside
Only one guy will remain
My money's on

Trogdor!
Trogdor!

And the trogdor comes in the night!