When Opening The Cupboard under the stairs The first thing you notice is the gold Carved deep in the wood is carvings that get repainted Each by a new family every spring The house is large Two stories and old The history is dark and dank And the blood stains have long since began to rust And no one lasts a year The gold paint flacks to the floor And when finally the seal is broken It creaks past the sweepings of dust A darkness follows the long draw of hinges A long wail fills the ancient house The seal was broken And you could finally hear the screams The gold flacks fly in the wind As the darkness was free again Opening The Cupboard Opening The Gates Of Hell