Deep in the depths of Londons great crowd
Hidden away,
The cafe of monsters dwells underground,
Ivy covered cracked walls straight out of hell,
With coffee and cake and souls to sell,
For those who dare to seek such a place,
One must take a journey and fall from grace,

For three long years I've sheltered these fiends,
Those with dark hobbies and questionable means,
Here in my Monster Cafe,

There's the Canibal of...