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!!!! |