I The Bitchfinder

reek of filthy sin

breathing from your skin

quest for salty sweat

invitation for the "Dead"

the yellow rubber-glove

will heal you from the inside

the jar of vasoline

provokes the final scream

juice dripping from your wound

I found the nasty mark

unleashed from your womb

it's well & truly art!

reek of filthy sin

breathing from your skin

quest for salty sweat

invitation for the "Dead"

the womb-raider seeks inside ya

here I am the Bitchfinder

don't need a witness of your sins

no excuse pay the price!

the womb-raider seeks inside ya

here I am the Bitchfinder

don't need a witness of your sins

no excuse pay the price!

I, the bitchfinder

I'll cleanse her sins