Stench of rot and filth prevails

You fight against the iron chains to no avail

Strung up in my chamber of torture and sin

Naked 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 finished I'll dump you in a 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 cruch you breasts in a csreaming fit

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 Off Horror