Tormentor

A little boy played strange games No toy he ever touched But when nobody looked His body cooked - In his soul were burnin' flames Oh my son I see your talent Waitin' for such guys like you Satan's in his throne In his dark damned dome 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 Life's an 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