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!
Thatched-roof cottages!

Whoa, this has wicked dueling guitar solos!
It’s like squeedly versus meedley over here!
Go squeedly!
Go squeedly!
Squeedly wins!

When all the land is in ruins,
And burnination has forsaken the countryside,
Only one guy will remain…
My money’s on Trogdor!

And the Trogdor comes in the night!