This hotel.
You opened it.
We came.

This hotel - it feels familiar,
Built with gold instead of chains.
Took us far too long to know
This far region of Hell.

Don't you try to turn in horror,
Don't you fret at what is shown:
We explore the further regions
Of experience unknown.

We all know the secret sound
In the center of the world -
I am here to turn the volume,
To increase it hundredfold.

Can you hear its faint echo?
It will tear the world apart,
Press the stinking face of mankind
In its own secret heart.

Look at demons here:
A shadow of my former troops.
But they can be made better,
With pins and chains and hooks.

You call. We came. And we shall not retreat:
Every sinner feeds the suffering, and suffering is sweet.
We have such sights to show you, and you shall play your part.
But tell us of redemption, and we'll tear your soul apart.

Hooks will show the horror
Underneath your skin,
Free you from your future,
Free you from your sins.

This hotel is a special place
Where should the sinners go -
The Labyrinth is my domain,
It's waiting down below.

You tell me there's no boxes
Inside of this hotel -
I tell you it is all a box,
We're already in Hell.

Each sinner in his little room,
Gold trinkets on the shelf...
This hotel's just a holocaust
That waits to wake itself.

You feel the ringing of the bells,
You hear the Lament call:
The monster's not within the box,
It dwells inside you all.

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.
So eager to play.
So reluctant to admit it.

You call. We came. And we shall not retreat:
Every sinner feeds the suffering, and suffering is sweet.
We have such sights to show you, and you shall play your part.
But tell us of redemption, and we'll tear your soul apart.

Oh what a pretty little sight,
What charming holy call -
The famous Charlie Morningstar
That wants to save them all!

I can't believe this little child
With all her holy zeal;
I want to see who is in charge,
Who runs this place for real.

I shall not bow to Lucifer,
Tell Morningstar he's wrong -
Leviathan's the master here,
And master's will is strong.

The sinners here's a battle host,
I know what it's for:
A time for battle will come soon,
And I have fought the war.

Demons to some, angels to others -
Everybody's the same.
Blood will be spilled and graves be filled
And no one's to blame.

So bring the power of Lucifer,
Bring the fallen light -
I have my chains and have my hooks
And I shall win this fight!

Hell is not about forgiveness.
Hell is not about mercy.
Hell cares not for tricks.
Pity us again, Charlie,
And your suffering will be legendary
Even in hell.

You call. We came. And we shall not repent:
Repentance is for mortals - our mortality is spent.
We have no more surprises. We reach right through your heart.
Can't bring us to salvation, for 
We'll tear your soul apart.

Oh, no tears, please.
It's a waste
Of a good suffering.