7 acessos
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!