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Tor... Tormentor... |
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Born into the fog of war |
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It left a scar |
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He watched his family turn to sludge |
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He was appalled, they often are |
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Because Here are the skulls of the vanquished |
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Here are the weapons he used |
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The more strength you have, the more that he hates you |
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You must be consumed |
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This is his story |
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Festooned with glory |
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This is history |
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It's not a sin... |
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Festooned with finery |
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You'll find him in the winery |
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Festooned with filigree |
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These are the maggots in the wounds... |
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Tor... He is |
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Tormentor |
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Mentor... |
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Tormentor |
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Attack-or... |
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He is Attack-or |
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Tor-men-tor |
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Tor...Tor... |
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Tor... You must retaliate |
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He moves His armor crinkles |
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Like a ferrous dinosaur |
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That sound |
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Is the sound of his armor |
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Here are the skulls of the vanquished |
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Here are the weapons he used |
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The stronger you are, the more that he hates you |
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You will be consumed |
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Festooned with filigree |
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This is history |
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This is his story |
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An allegory |
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Tor... He is |
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Tormentor |
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Mentor... |
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Tormentor |
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Attack-or... |
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He is Attack-or |
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Tor-men-tor |
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Tor...Tor... |
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Tor... It is said he once cracked a smile |
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It was said his blood was made of bile |
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It is said his thews are mighty |
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It is said his views are righty |
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His loins heave with sap |
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Tormentor... |
