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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 burning flames
Oh my son I see your talent
Waiting for such guys like you
Satan's in his throne
In his dark d**ned 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
