The Lord of Lightning Lyrics

[The Reticent Raconteur] There is a secret I've been keeping, a story true and genuine And I have not the candid heart to keep it's burden clandestine For it's gravity is as weighty as a mountain capped in snow And it's memory repeats inside of me, ostinato And every time I think of the poor lot, I recall The fear upon their faces and the doomed fate of them all I saw death become of light, and life become of fire I saw it from my hiding place, within the quagmire I bringeth forth the drama, unabridged, and unignored The battle of the Balrog, and the mighty, mighty lord [The Lord Of Lightning] Lord of Lightning shifts his gaze Points his strong finger our way Electricity escapes Leaves destruction in his wake [The Reticent Raconteur] Lining up his target like the huntsman points his rifle Waves of flaxen flames as he mutters his magic title Lightning, oh! Nonagon, nonagon Nonagon infinity, yup! [The Reticent Raconteur] Howling like a horde of demons greatest battle cry The violent lightning lord points his arms into the sky 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! [The Reticent Raconteur] 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! [The Reticent Raconteur] 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 [The Reticent Raconteur] His electric trap has electric cyanide The luckless hostage has been thoroughly fried Lightning, oh! Nonagon, nonagon Nonagon infinity, yup! [The Reticent Raconteur] 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 a light And the creature known as Balrog was born that very night