Testo di The Dark Lords

I have turned Zarozinia into a giant slug Elric You will no longer mate with women like her We will have the Sword from you Elric One way or the other, it makes no difference Look at him scurry backwards and forwards The poor little wretch does not know which way to turn Ah, we've got him this time That is unless we turn into a worm, a slithering worm Give us Stormbringer Your spells are no good now Go on Elric, look into your baubles You will find that we are right You will find that you have to give it to us