And from the Lord's electric snare One goes in his electric chair
Lord of Lightning shifts his gaze Points his strong finger our way Electricity escapes Leaves destruction in our wake
His electric trap has electric cyanide The luckless hostage has been thoroughly fried
Lightning, oh!
Nonagon, nonagon Nonagon infinity, yup!
And as the cadaver lay static with open crusted eyes The smoking corpse began to twitch at my great surprise Then the figure sprung up and at once it caught alight And the creature known as Balrog was born that very night