The Mark of Voodoo - Ghoul

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»