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