Wizard of Gore - Rigor Mortis

Beckoning victims to his horror show into the chamber of pain

Not realizing that soon they will die killed by a man who’s insane

Prisoners scream as their blood starts to flow body parts fall to the floor

Choosing the pieces that he wants to keep, he is the Wizard of Gore

Ends your life slicing with his knife

Say goodbye it’s your time to die

Bone collections, tissue samples

Buckets of blood, bowls of eyeballs

Find new ways to destroy

Watching death is his joy

Now since the end of your life on this earth you have begun to decay

He looks upon you with a madman’s grin and watches you rot away