Destruction - Tormentor

A little boy played strange games no toy he ever touched but when nobody looked his body cooked – in his soul where burnin? flames Oh my son I see your talent waitin' 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 livin' 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 –