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The doctor is in

Buried alive into a nameless grave

The silence is utterly suffocating

Pitch black darkness weakens your resistance

Dismay seals the hopelessness

Paralyzed by narcotics

Strapped to an operation table

Encased in a crowd of undead

In the catacombs hidden beneath the ground

Once a master surgeon

Condemned for forbidden brain surgery

It is told he was then sentenced to be hung from a tree

His body then vanished

Now he is back from the dead

To continue his practice of torture

Enjoy your stay in the pit of horrors

Mechanical arm contraptions

Sustaining his operating arms

A semi-mechanized master of terror

Walking dead surround there is no escape

Those few who have tried joined them instead

Mutated zombie slaves

Assisting your torment

Victims of doctor satan

Giving him a helping hand

Encased in a crowd of undead

In the catacombs hidden beneath the ground

Pulverized partly after skinned alive

Helplessly lying under his surgical knife

His minions are waiting for your eventual death

Fear not the doctor will make you rise from the dead