Crafted by a centuries old toymaker's fragile shell
The lament configuration serves as the key to unlock
The gates of hell
For those unfortunate enough to lay their hands upon
The puzzle box
Hook chains will enshackle their souls to where their
Flesh will rot

The cenobites
Unholy vengeance strikes
They'll tear your soul apart for satan
The lament configuration
Oh-oh-oh oh-yeah

Shadows moving along the walls
And through the fog a figure stands
Pinhead laughing at you with demonic glee and outstretched hands
Hook chains enshackled into your internal organs forevermore
As your body transgresses into a crimson skeleton on the floor

An individual labyrinth of hell hath been reserved for you
Flames quench your eternal thirst
Razor barbwire rips into you
I have such great sites to show you
Forever to know your flesh
Suffering unto a new dimension, in eternal torture you'll dwell