Tormentor

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
 I need such guys like you
 Satan sits his throne
 In his dark damned dome
 His help he'll surely send!
 Oh little mouse, where is your head?
 Do you wanna use your talent instead?
 Now little bird, you'll feel my blade
 Now you'll see, I know my trade
 Tormentor
 He's the master in his own four walls
 He lives a life of 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
 You're still alive, you think you'll stand it?
 But I'll have success
 Tormentor
 Oh little mouse, where is your head?
 Do you wanna use your talent instead?
 Now little bird, you'll feel my blade
 Now you'll see, I know my trade
 Tormentor
 I like to stretch and burn your limbs
 Glowing metal is my friend
 Satan watch me
 I will set his entrails free
 You can be proud of your son!
 Oh bloody body, where's your head?
 Can't find it in this mess
 You're still alive, you think you'll stand it?
 But I'll have success
 Tormentor