Destruction - Tormentor | Текст песни

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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
Satan's in his throne
In his dark damned doom
His help he'll 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, where's your head
Can't find it in this mess
Misused life, I can't stand it
But I'll have success
Tormentor

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