Tormentor

As a little boy he played strange games No toy he ever touched But when nobody looked, his body cooked In his soul were flaring flames Oh my son I see your talent I need such guys like you Satan sits on his throne in his dark damned dome His help he'll surely send Oh little mouse - where is your head Do you wanna use your blunt instead Now little bird you'll feel my blade Now you see I know my trade - Tormentor He's the master in his own four walls He lives a life of fun Cause his only joy is a living toy Somebody to cut up Oh bloody body - where's your head Can't find it in this mess You're still alive, you think you'll stand it? But I'll have success - Tormentor Oh little mouse - where is your head Do you wanna use your blunt instead Now little bird you'll feel my blade Now you see I know my trade - Tormentor I like to stretch and burn your limbs Glowing metal is my friend Satan watch me, I will set his entrails free You can be proud of your son Oh bloody body - where's your head Can't find it in this mess You're still alive, you think you'll stand it? But I'll have success - Tormentor