Born into the fog of war
It left a scar
He watched his family turn to sludge
He was appalled, they often are

You must retaliate
He moves
His armor crinkles
Like a ferocious dinosaur
That sound
Is the sound of his armor

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
These are the maggots in his wounds

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

He is Tormentor

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 502 AF.