Triptych of the Ancients Pt III - Paindemonium

Paindemonium Torture chamber of immortals Paindemonium Hell is arriving inside your head Prison of Hell under lock and key There is no escape, no way to leave But your bones and your blood will boil And your flesh is ripped away In the paindemonium Paindemonium Seventh circle of Hell There is not much left for me to tell For the sins you have committed Your carnal body lowered into the scalding vats Presided over by the officers of Damnation The prison of the soul Paindemonium Pain One more masterpiece of pain to be hung Tapestries and walls made of fire An ocean of eternal disdain under your feet