Gwar Follow

You fight against the iron chains to no avail
Strung you up in my 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 breast

My 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
Vice grips crush your breasts in a screaming fit
I'll nail your fingers to the table, make you eat your own shit

And when I'm through you'll be begging for more
And I'll rape broken body in my bloody pit of horror

You fight against the iron chains to no avail
Strung you up in my of torture and sin