Mortician Be My Victim
Innocent man, sentenced to death
Mutilated, covered with bees
Beaten and burned, hand is severed
A hundred years pass, revenge at last
Summoned from death, hook for a hand
Call him five times, candy man comes
Hook tears the flesh, rips you to death
Shreds your insides, jerks till you die
Spirit of death, resurrected
Hunting for blood, be my victim
Candy man comes, spilling flesh blood
Hunting your life, now you must die