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Lyrics: Slate/Blakk, Music: Slate/Ross

Alchemist of his time

Deranged genius in his prime

Lured women to his home

Three floors of steel and stone

Is someone there? I can't see

Can you hear me Mr. Holmes?

Dead end turn 'round every step

Hear his laugh, feel his breath

In his labyrinth, death takes days

Hidden passage, endless maze

House of dripping gore

Murder castle whores

House of dripping gore

Encased behind iron doors.

Rooms of dissected bodies and heads

Vats of acid dispose of the dead

Crematories that burn the flesh... to the bone

Poisonous fumes in the lungs.

You'll never leave here alive

Den of disgust, designed for death

Unleashing pure evil and breaking their will

The odor of death, lurking up ahead

He's watching from above,

Playing his sick little game

The house of dripping gore

The house of dripping gore