As 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