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 Satans in his throne In his dark damned doom His help hell 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, wheres your head Cant find it in this mess Misused life I cant stand it But Ill have success Tormentor