Lyrics:
As a little boy he played strange gamesNo toy he ever touchedBut when nobody looked his body cookedIn his soul were burning flamesOh my son I see your talentWaiting for such guys like youSatan's in his throneIn his dark damned doomHis help he'll surely sendOh little mouse, where is your headDo you want something insteadNow little bird you see my bladeNow you see I know my tradeTormentorHe's the master in his own four wallsLives a life in funCause his only joyIs a living toySomebody to cut offOh bloody body, where's your headCan't find it in this messMisused life I can't stand itBut I'll have successTormentor