| Song | Tomb of Scabs |
| Artist | Devourment |
| Album | Butcher the Weak |
| [00:14.65] | There＇s a room in my house, a tomb of women who need to rot in hell |
| [00:19.60] | |
| [00:19.99] | The stench will fill your throat with puss and drain from out your nose |
| [00:24.92] | |
| [00:25.24] | Open the door discover dead whores who begged for more now covered in gore |
| [00:32.35] | |
| [00:32.53] | Countless remains and piles of scabs putrid remnants cover the floor |
| [00:38.12] | |
| [00:38.40] | Some of the kicked and some of them screamed and some of them never seemed to bleed |
| [00:44.33] | Some of them twitched and some of them kicked and some were forced to take my dick |
| [00:44.42] | |
| [00:45.57] | Some of them gushed and some were crushed and some of them paid for their sinful lust |
| [00:53.78] | |
| [01:08.78] | Some of them cried and some of them lied, they told me they loved me before they died |
| [01:16.37] | |
| [01:16.82] | Through the torture, through the torment I didn＇t feel an ounce of regret |
| [01:22.38] | |
| [01:22.62] | Carving insides, slashing faces countless bitches put in their places |
| [01:27.10] | |
| [01:27.45] | Severed torsos, butchered assholes, skinless bodies put on wood poles |
| [01:30.93] | |
| [01:52.09] | Slaughtered tissue, cutout eyeballs, gallons of fluid stain my tombs walls |
| [01:55.87] | |
| [01:56.08] | One by one I watch them die, my tomb holds more that meets the eye |
| [02:01.20] | |
| [02:01.43] | From rape to torture, beatings too they die, but I have more to do |
| [02:03.88] | |
| [02:04.16] | My urges force me to violate |
| [02:05.96] | |
| [02:06.09] | Theses bitches in their butchered state |
| [02:09.31] | |
| [02:09.63] | Slicing throats while I inject my bloodsoaked member |
| [02:12.41] | |
| [02:12.71] | Cumming into their slaughtered sombed |
| [02:15.33] | |
| [02:20.85] |
| [00:14.65] | There s a room in my house, a tomb of women who need to rot in hell |
| [00:19.60] | |
| [00:19.99] | The stench will fill your throat with puss and drain from out your nose |
| [00:24.92] | |
| [00:25.24] | Open the door discover dead whores who begged for more now covered in gore |
| [00:32.35] | |
| [00:32.53] | Countless remains and piles of scabs putrid remnants cover the floor |
| [00:38.12] | |
| [00:38.40] | Some of the kicked and some of them screamed and some of them never seemed to bleed |
| [00:44.33] | Some of them twitched and some of them kicked and some were forced to take my dick |
| [00:44.42] | |
| [00:45.57] | Some of them gushed and some were crushed and some of them paid for their sinful lust |
| [00:53.78] | |
| [01:08.78] | Some of them cried and some of them lied, they told me they loved me before they died |
| [01:16.37] | |
| [01:16.82] | Through the torture, through the torment I didn t feel an ounce of regret |
| [01:22.38] | |
| [01:22.62] | Carving insides, slashing faces countless bitches put in their places |
| [01:27.10] | |
| [01:27.45] | Severed torsos, butchered assholes, skinless bodies put on wood poles |
| [01:30.93] | |
| [01:52.09] | Slaughtered tissue, cutout eyeballs, gallons of fluid stain my tombs walls |
| [01:55.87] | |
| [01:56.08] | One by one I watch them die, my tomb holds more that meets the eye |
| [02:01.20] | |
| [02:01.43] | From rape to torture, beatings too they die, but I have more to do |
| [02:03.88] | |
| [02:04.16] | My urges force me to violate |
| [02:05.96] | |
| [02:06.09] | Theses bitches in their butchered state |
| [02:09.31] | |
| [02:09.63] | Slicing throats while I inject my bloodsoaked member |
| [02:12.41] | |
| [02:12.71] | Cumming into their slaughtered sombed |
| [02:15.33] | |
| [02:20.85] |