[Intro — solitary funeral bell, low cathedral organ; whispered female vocal] The box is closed. Why can I hear it breathing? [Verse 1 — deep female contralto; slow, controlled, priestlike; sustained doom guitars] He crossed the earth for one more taste, Till every sweetness turned to waste. A lacquered box, a golden seam— He put his fingers through the dream. The walls drew back. The candles bowed. A bell rang somewhere underground. He called it hunger. We called it prayer. And found him waiting for us there. [Pre-Chorus — low female lead; dissonant strings rising, sparse funeral drums] Such little hands to turn the key. Such endless things to set free. [Chorus — powerful female lead; mournful sustained belts, female cathedral choir; crushing descending chords] HELLRAISER! There’s a chapel underneath my skin! HELLRAISER! And I hear you coming in! Every promise has a price, Every heaven hides a cost. I escaped your hands that night— The box is closed—the debt is not! [Verse 2 — intimate smoky female vocal; grief beneath restraint; slow bass and dragging guitar riff] She brought him strangers through the rain; The attic learned their every name. A stolen face, a borrowed smile— I almost trusted him a while. I held the answer in my hands; Its little gears could turn again. I forced the doorway out of sight, Then spent my life reliving that night. [Pre-Chorus — female voice growing stronger; organ swells beneath heavy toms] I learned how silence sounds like chains. I learned what locking doors explains. [Chorus — commanding female lead; layered female harmonies, immense funeral-doom weight] HELLRAISER! There’s a chapel underneath my skin! HELLRAISER! And I hear you coming in! Every promise has a price, Every heaven hides a cost. I escaped your hands that night— The box is closed—the debt is not! [Bridge — Hellraiser: The Toll; near silence, mournful piano, ticking metal] [Female lead — close, vulnerable, slowly intensifying] Thirty years of different names, Different windows, different trains. Then a letter at my door— A name that no one used anymore. I knew the hand before I read; The past was waiting to be fed. How many lives must one heart flee Before the woman left is me? [Deep female contralto — the Hell Priest’s words; cold ceremonial melody over low organ] A witness for the throne I claim. The world will need your voice, your name. [Female lead — wounded voice rising into a fierce sustained belt] Then hear the words I choose to tell: I lived beyond your little hell! [Breakdown — slowest, heaviest riff; massive spaced drum strikes and metallic chain percussion] [Low female contralto — ritual command] Turn the brass. [Female lead — restrained defiance] I know the sound. [Low female contralto — darker, emphatic] Pay the toll. [Female lead — raw chest-voice belt] I will not bow! [All-female choir — solemn, thunderous; each phrase separated by a crushing impact] HELLRAISER! HELLRAISER! THE TOLL! [Guitar Lament — brief, weeping sustained notes; cello and cathedral organ beneath] [Final Chorus — soaring female lead; low female countervoice and vast female choir; tragic orchestral grandeur] HELLRAISER! There’s a chapel underneath my skin! HELLRAISER! But you will not make me kneel within! Keep your promises of paradise, Keep the ecstasy you brought. You can make the darkness holy— You cannot make me call it God! [Final Hook — female lead and female choir; enormous slow chords, emphatic stops] HELLRAISER! Let the bells count what you’ve lost! I am more than what you took— The box is closed—the debt is not! [Outro — guitars fall away; faint mechanical music box and whispered female vocal] No name upon the envelope. He knew where I would be. [One metallic click. Abrupt silence.]
