He holds the cube tight in his hands On the lonely hour in the highest room He can't imagine how it will end He holds the cube of ultimate doom The cube moves slowly from form to form He doesn't know where to begin Till the center's pressed he'll be reborn Engulfing himself in mortal sin The wall start to tremble They open up on hell Four cenobites they enter To give the pain he cannot tell Now he knows the final trick His loss becomes their gain The cube it stops a final click Come forth distributors of pain He cannot speak his mouth is barred Is it torture no not the same They will tear your soul apart He solved the puzzle let's play a game You only got yourself to blame There's no more time for you to buy There's no way back let's play the game Ripping flesh will make you cry But now it's started the rites of blood Your soul tormented in this ghastly hell They cannot stop your angry flood Want's to return again to dwell