Paroles de Trogdor

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!