Bloody Pit Of Horror

Stench of rot and filth prevails

You fight against the iron chains to not avail

Strung up in my chamber of torture and sin

Baked and sweating, let the beatings begin!

Warm up the tongs in the fireplace

Press the searing metal against your innocent face

Break out the whip, put you to the test

Pour molten hot oil on your quivering breasts...

By body count continues, you're just another bitch

When I'm finsished I'll dump you in the ditch

Strap your welted body to my wooden rack

If you're lucky you'll die of a heart attack

The horrible bed of nails could be too much for you

But if you don't like it, I've got a mask of spikes for you!

Vise grips crush your breasts in a screaming fir

I'll nail your fingers to the table, make you eat your own shit

...When I'm through you'll be begging for more,

and I'll rape your broken body in my Bloody Pit of Horror!!!!