Tor... Tormentor... Born into the fog of war It left a scar He watched his family turn to sludge He was appalled, they often are Because Here are the skulls of the vanquished Here are the weapons he used The more strength you have, the more that he hates you You must be consumed This is his story Festooned with glory This is history It's not a sin... Festooned with finery You'll find him in the winery Festooned with filigree These are the maggots in the wounds... Tor... He is Tormentor Mentor... Tormentor Attack-or... He is Attack-or Tor-men-tor Tor...Tor...Tor... You must retaliate He moves His armor crinkles Like a ferrous dinosaur That sound Is the sound of his armor Here are the skulls of the vanquished Here are the weapons he used The stronger you are, the more that he hates you You will be consumed Festooned with filigree This is history This is his story An allegory Tor... He is Tormentor Mentor... Tormentor Attack-or... He is Attack-or Tor-men-tor Tor...Tor...Tor... It is said he once cracked a smile It was said his blood was made of bile It is said his thews are mighty It is said his views are righty His loins heave with sap Tormentor...