There's a room in my house, a tomb of women who need to rot in hell   The stench will fill your throat with puss and drain from out your nose   Open the door discover dead whores who begged for more now covered in gore   Countless remains and piles of scabs putrid remnants cover the floor      Some of the kicked and some of them screamed and some of them never seemed to bleed   Some of them twitched and some of them kicked and some were forced to take my dick   Some of them gushed and some were crushed and some of them paid for their sinful lust   Some of them cried and some of them lied, they told me they loved me before they died      Through the torture, through the torment I didn't feel an ounce of regret   Carving insides, slashing faces countless bitches put in their places   Severed torsos, butchered assholes, skinless bodies put on wood poles   Slaughtered tissue, cutout eyeballs, gallons of fluid stain my tombs walls      One by one I watch them die, my tomb holds more that meets the eye   From rape to torture, beatings too they die, but I have more to do   My urges force me to violate   Theses bitches in their butchered state   Slicing throats while I inject my bloodsoaked member   Cumming into their slaughtered sombed      Tomb of Scabs   Tomb of Scabs   Tomb of Scabs