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 Time for the next helpless victims to die screaming like never before Laughing while pulling their tongues from their heads, he is the Wizard of Gore! Makes you die with no reason why Craves your blood, he will have your blood.