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 pocky
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

I know now I am bred to kill bitches
I will hack them till they're skinless
Slice their face or beat them senseless
Until they are twitching
Devastate their battered senses
Torture them for their offenses
Violate their cunts until they bleed
They always bleed

I fill them with steel
Until they cannot feel
Next to me they will be dead and naked

Bleeding rotting stinking all the whores are
Screaming while I'm feeding now I have to
Cut them into pieces, so that I can
Eat them, God Damn I am hungry
This pig is so tasty but I have to
Eat her so I can find another
Female to violate and indeed
I'll fudge her head right off

More bloodshed is needed
So that I can be treated
To a feast of blood and carnage
Necrophilia is my weakness

More bloodshed is needed
So that I can be treated
To a feast of blood and carnage
Necrophilia is my weakness

Covered in gore
All this blood is making my cock hard
I'll pump that vile chocolate cake full of my semen
Disgracing her immaculate body
Yes, I will take a spoon on her beautiful face
Piles and piles of my own hot manure
I've left upon this lifeless bitch
I smear it all over my body
This has now become a rancid feast
My hunger soon to be fulfilled
I force handfuls in my mouth

Masturbating on the face of the whore I will now dismember
Head and limbs removed with crude precision by the edge of my blade
Finally I introduce my knife to a feast of her anus
Brutally I force it to the hilt with every cut I fudge her
Faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and faster