A demon for most, an angel for some,
That sews-up orifices, so you speak in a hum.
He is known all across the nation
To come out of the Lament Configuration.
Him and his Cenobites look like a metal band,
Except their instruments are chains that they throw without a hand.
And the music is screams of horrible pain,
Torture so awful it drives men insane.
The people who live to speak of him are only a few,
And for those who don't, what sights he has to show you.
A being that embodies the most awful sins,
Who is the beast that wears many pins?