The Dark Lords

I have turned Zarozinia into a giant slug Elric

You will no longer mate with women like her

We will have the Sword from you Elric

One way or the other, it makes no difference

Look at him scurry backwards and forwards

The poor little wretch does not know which way to turn

Ah, we've got him this time

That is unless we turn into a worm, a slithering worm

Give us Stormbringer

Your spells are no good now

Go on Elric, look into your baubles

You will find that we are right

You will find that you have to give it to us