| 作曲 : ? | |
| 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 ***** | |
| 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 *****t | |
| ...When I'm through you'll be begging for more, | |
| And I'll rape your broken body | |
| in my Bloody Pit Off Horror!!!! |
| zuo qu : ? | |
| 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 | |
| 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 t | |
| ... When I' m through you' ll be begging for more, | |
| And I' ll rape your broken body | |
| in my Bloody Pit Off Horror!!!! |
| zuò qǔ : ? | |
| 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 | |
| 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 t | |
| ... When I' m through you' ll be begging for more, | |
| And I' ll rape your broken body | |
| in my Bloody Pit Off Horror!!!! |