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