What I am proposing sounds insane, I must confess
We will raid the secret vaults of mad Mortificus
His name means death to those who've sought to cross his path
Their cries died in their throats, their bones now soak in acid vats
I have a gipsy's map that claims to show his tomb
All his cruel secrets shall be ours to exhume...
Down & down we dug the ground until we heard a hollow sound
Melody II: Escape by Bruss
An entrance to his secret vaults
Strange patterns drawn in lines of salt
My partner turns to me, removes his human mask:
Abracadaver! The main attraction's here at last!