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