Buried deep in a jungle of fire There lives a man with no heart or soul Masquerading as a man of desire He has a side of him as black as coal It only takes a few mystic potions To quench a thirst he cannot control At night he plots against innocent victims Cross his path you'll pay a heavy toll Creeping, crawling So appalling Is he after you You don't know him But you'll feel him cast his spell You're through Sent from hell sent to compel His wicked ways on you The pain upon your brain Caused by his mighty brew Into the dark unknown