I The Bitchfinder (The Dead)

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