Seeking to possess the one thing that may be able to end his cursed existence, Baron Samedi is permitted an audience with the Basilisk. As the Baron's pitiful story unfolds, the Basilisk sees an opportunity... The Mark of Voodoo Born on a slaver in sixteen sixty six I was cut from the womb Of a screaming West African witch In Haiti they laid me upon the auction block And I sold for a song on a Port-au-Prince dock Raised by the Houngan, he taught me the rites I saw him murdered one terrible night Found at his side, covered in gore Beaten and kicked, thrown to the floor Dragged to the slave house Tied down in a circle of chalk Ritual candles anointed With the blood of a sacrificed cock The frenzy was building I pleaded with them for my life They cut out my heart with a sugar cane knife I opened my eyes to the dark of a grave My body was rotten, my thoughts were depraved Walking the Earth for eternity Cursed with the duties of Samedi I spoke to the dead as their flesh decayed They spoke of a skull in a land far away To Creepsylvania via Bombay! End this curse! Solo Digestor Make these gruesome torments cease Give me the glory of deathly peace Put to rest these cursed bones "You'll find what you seek in the catacombs"