Lord of lightning shifts his gaze
Points his strong finger our way
Electricity escapes
Leaves destruction in his wake
Lightning…
Nonagon, nonagon, nonagon infinity, yup!
Floating fire
Golden wire
Silver trails
Flashing spire
Guns are cracking
Bombs are smacking
Cat o' tails
Whips her lashings
Lord of lightning moves our way
Sends a crooked look at me
Electricity escapes
Lights the sky in citrine fleece
Lightning…
Nonagon, nonagon, nonagon infinity, yup!
One more time the vault lights up a carnival of paint
I endeavour to watch the panic but I worry that I will faint
Floating fire
Golden wire
Silver trails
Flashing spire
Guns are cracking
Bombs are smacking
Cat o' tails
Whips her lashings
Lord of lightning's closer now
Our world's only rain and cloud
I'm not sure we have the power
Need to smite this evil down
Lightning…
Nonagon, nonagon, nonagon infinity, yup!
Nonagon, nonagon…
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 was electric cyanide
The luckless hostage has been thoroughly fried
Lightning, yup!
Nonagon, nonagon, nonagon infinity, yes!
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