The Lord of Lightning

Lord of Lightning shifts his gaze Points his strong finger our way Electricity escapes Leaves destruction in his wake Lightning, oh! 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, oh! Nonagon, nonagon Nonagon infinity, yup! One more time the vault lights up with carnival of paint I endeavor 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, oh! Nonagon, nonagon Nonagon infinity, yup! Nonagon, nonagon, oh! And from the Lords 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, 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