Locked in the nightmare room
the painted man, smiles with pride
give him what he wants of you, your blood and soul your body and mind
you can't stop an idea like this one
from the mouths of demons and gods
he has poured his wisdom upon me, and in time you'll see it all
Speaking words of magic
have a power over you but not me
its said I leave my circle bare and invite the ancients in.
Now the time has come to leave yourself
and emerge stronger from your time in Hell
tell me tales from beginning to end
then we'll do a hit and start again
Stronger now than times before
your fists no longer beat the door
and the dog faced demon prowls the floor
sets your spirit free