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!"