What is the secret of this box
That promises pleasures so?
How can it be frozen in place with no locks?
Maintaining patience, as desire grows
For its content, no living man knows,
Curiosity over-powers reason
As his fingers trace the lines,
Committing reasonable treason,
Through wooden panels the light shines,
In the distance the church bell chimes.
Then the jingle of a familiar sound
Penitrates his ears
Chains cascading to the ground,
His desire turns to fear,
As the Angels from the Box appear.
The lead dressed in leather and covered in pins
Whispers deeply \"what is it you seek?\"
The time for pain is about to begin
What\'s left of his life, from his body will seep
Hell has opened up, take a peek.
Hooked chains tear flesh from flesh
For his lust has been denied
Pleasure through pain couldn\'t be more fresh
As the contents of the box is clarified
For the invitation of his Hellbound Heart, had been verified.