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

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