Tormentor

A little boy he played strange games, no toy he ever touched but when nobody looked his body cooked, in his soul were burning flames Oh, my son I see your talent Waiting for such guys like you Satan's in his throne In his dark damned doom His help he'll surely send 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's the master in his own four walls Lives a life in fun 'Cause his only joy Is a living toy Somebody to cut off Oh bloody body, where's your head Can't find it in this mess Misused life, I can't stand it But I'll have success Tormentor