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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