| | |
| | oh it's unbearable, isn't it? |
| | the suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. |
| | there is a secret song at the central of the world, |
| | and it's sound is like razor's through flesh. |
| i don't believe you. |
|
| | you can hear it wispering right now, |
| | and I am here to turn up the volume, |
| | to press the stinking face of humanity, |
| | into the dark blood of it's own secret hearth. |
| and i am here to stop you back to hell. |
|
| | you can't stop me child! |
| | but you don't have to hear the music. |
| | just give me the box, and i'll free you from the future. |
| free yourself from the past! |
|
| | don't debate with me, girl! |
| | just come here and die, |
| | while you still have the option to do it quickly. |
| then you have to come and get me, you oathy fuck. |
|
| | oh spirited, oh good. I'll enjoy make you plead. |
| | and i will enjoy, making you enjoy it. |
Quelle: Hellraiser III - Hell on Earth |