A little boy played strange games
No toy he ever touched
But when nobody looked
His body cooked - in his soul where 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 shurly sent!
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 the master in his own four walls
Life's an life in fun
Cause his only joy
Is an living toy - somebody to cut off
Oh bloody body - where's your head
Can't find it in this mess
Missused life i can't stand it
But I'll have success
Tormentor
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
Not finished - under construction!!!