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!