Laying naked on a bench
With fettered hands and legs
Blood face and broken bones
You wish you would be dead
You scream for mercy I don't care
See your mortal fear with my axe
I redeem you next already waits
I remove her mortal rests
And call in the next one
This is the come true
Of my ardenty dreams
I have the might and have the tools
And I have much pleasure I love my work
It's appointment
I never heard compains
Doctor Rot is my name
Leaded by perversion
Escaped from madhouse and in my hid
I'm living my sick thought
I'm Doctor Rot you've called
I hear you helpless cry
I'm Doctor Rot you've called
I heal every wound
I am Butcher Rot you've called
Nobody survives
I am Butcher Rot
Horrible dreams come true

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