Tormentor - Gwar

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!

(Tormentor!)

Hey!

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!

(Tormentor!)

Ahh!

Go!

Because!

Say!

Tor!

(He is Tormentor!)

Mentor!

(Tormentor!)

Attack-or!

(He is Attack-or!)

Tor-men-tor, tor, tor!

(Tormentor!)

Hey!

It was said he once cracked a smile

It is 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!)

Tor!