Tormentor

little boy played strange games
no toy he ever touched
but when nobody looked
his body cooked – in his soul where burnin? flames 

Oh my son I see your talent
waitin' for such guys like you
satan's in his throne
in his dark damned doom
his help he'll shurly sent! 

Oh little mouse – where is your head
do you want something instead
now little bird you see my blade
now you see I know my trade
– TORMENTOR – 

He the master in his own four walls
life's an life in fun
cause his only joy
is an livin' toy
– somebody to cut off – 

Oh bloody body – where's your head
can't find it in this mess
missused life i can?t stand it
but I'll have success!
– TORMENTOR –