Tormentor GWAR

Tor!
Tormentor!

[Verse 1]
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