Tor...
Tormentor...


Born into the fog of war
It left a scar
He watched his family turn to sludge

He was appalled, they often are

Because

Here are the skulls of the vanquished
Here are the weapons he used
The more strength you have, the more that he hates you

You must be consumed

This is his story

Festooned with glory
This is history
It's not a sin...

Festooned with finery
You'll find him in the winery
Festooned with filigree

These are the maggots in the wounds...

Tor...

He is Tormentor
Mentor...
Tormentor

Attack-or...
He is Attack-or
Tor-men-tor

Tor...Tor...Tor...

You must retaliate

He moves
His armor crinkles
Like a ferrous dinosaur

That sound
Is the sound of his armor


Here are the skulls of the vanquished
Here are the weapons he used
The stronger you are, the more that he hates you

You will be consumed

Festooned with filigree

This is history
This is his story
An allegory


Tor...
He is Tormentor

Mentor...
Tormentor
Attack-or...

He is Attack-or
Tor-men-tor
Tor...Tor...Tor...


It is said he once cracked a smile
It was said his blood was made of bile

It is said his thews are mighty
It is said his views are righty
His loins heave with sap


Tormentor...