Bloody Pit Of Horror (Impetigo)

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!!!!