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...