In dark cellar
On chair attached victim
Terrified she knows she will die
To satisfy his sick desire
He murders women
Digs they bodies on cemetery
Collects heads
Strips skins of they bodies
His thoughts infected with rot
Push him to crimes
Twisted Eddie
He knows that he's your lover

Twisted Eddie
Will dress your skin

You disgusting whore
That despise own body
Harlot now dance for me
I disembowel you like a pig
I dont need your soul
Let it run to God for salvation
Leave me empty body
Let me glad your rich interior

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