Freudstein

Buried in the basement...cellar hides the grisly truth Demented surgeon lives...on his fresh victims blood His name was Freudstein...On his victims he'd experiment Your innards are his playground....On his slab your eyes grow dim This is not Oak Mansion This is the house of Freudstein The house by the cemtery The house of the undying ghoul How many have wandering innocently... Into the awaiting spider web? How many are doomed to follow? Drawn like an infernal magnet This is not Oak Mansion This is the house of Freudstein The house by the cemtery The house of the undying ghoul Amongst the limbs and pieces His rotting mind guides his rotting hands Murdering with precision Your life ends with his incision