Pitch Black Box

PITCH BLACK BOX

DEATH UNLOCKS

CONSUME US ALL

FEED ON OUR SOULS

A black cursed casket

Carved from wood, by the devil’s hand

Filled with relics

Left by the dead, this box is damned

“Thou shalt not open”

Engraved in blood above the lock

Yet countless mortals

Have heard the dead, from inside, knock

PITCH BLACK BOX

DEATH UNLOCKS

CONSUME US ALL

FEED ON OUR SOULS

I thrust the skeletal key inside

Turn six times left, then three times right

Oh pitch black box, show me what you hide

And grant me the treasures from beyond the light

PITCH BLACK BOX

DEATH UNLOCKS

CONSUME US ALL

FEED ON OUR SOULS

PITCH BLACK BOX

DEATH UNLOCKS

KILL THEM ALL

FEED ON THEIR SOULS