Stench of rot and filth prevailsYou fight against the iron chains to not availStrung up in my chamber of torture and sinBaked and sweating, let the beatings begin!Warm up the tongs in the fireplacePress the searing metal against your innocent faceBreak out the whip, put you to the testPour molten hot oil on your quivering b******...By body count continues, you're just another b****When I'm finsished I'll dump you in the ditchStrap your welted body to my wooden rackIf you're lucky you'll die of a heart attackThe horrible bed of nails could be too much for youBut if you don't like it, I've got a mask of spikes for you!Vise grips crush your b****** in a screaming firI'll nail your fingers to the table, make you eat your own s***...When I'm through you'll be begging for more,and I'll rape your broken body in my b***** Pit of Horror!!!!