Lyrics
[Dark Irish folk, cinematic gothic country, orchestral rock]
[Intro]
[Soft Irish fiddle, warm strings, distant male choir hidden in the background.]
[Verse 1]
[Soft female Irish voice. Gentle, motherly.]
You look so lost – come take my hand
A brand new start in this strange land
Your memories hazy, but rest assured
This is where you belong – forever more
[Bridge]
[Fiddle and clean electric guitar.]
[Verse 2]
Been waiting for you - for many years
Watching your actions cause so much fear
The pain you inflicted made me grow strong
Your previous world celebrating your gone
[Chorus]
[Still warm and comforting.]
So take my hand, let me show you your room
The fires burn bright – a sign of your doom
The pain that you feel – will never subside
In fact it gets worse every day that goes by
[Verse 3]
The sweet smell of ash, in fire you'll bake
Rest assured there has been no mistake
You look so confused – don't worry in time
You'll remember the things that made your soul mine
[Chorus]
So take my hand, let me show you your room
The fires burn bright – a sign of your doom
The pain that you feel – will never subside
In fact it gets worse every day that goes by
Your sick, twisted thoughts – you acted upon...
Those hee-nee-us crimes – you knew it was wrong
So settle in – we have got plenty of time
And welcome to Hell – you're eternally mine
[Bridge]
[Voice becoming less human.]
You'll work through the day
You'll work through the night
Blood, sweat and tears in a past life
But here your souls mine and you'll work for free
It'll be torture for you - for eternity
You thought that you'd escaped punish-meant
Hiding whilst accepting the invite i'd sent
You didn't believe in Heaven or Hell
Ain't that just shit coz here you just fell
[Final Chorus]
[Huge orchestra, heavy guitar, Irish fiddle, massive male choir. Voice finally becomes demonic.]
So take my hand, let me show you your room
The fires burn bright – a sign of your doom
The pain that you feel – will never subside
In fact it gets worse every day that goes by
Your sick, twisted thoughts – you acted upon...
Those hee-nee-us crimes – you knew it was wrong
So settle in – we have got plenty of time
And welcome to Hell – you're eternally mine
[Outro]
[Everything stops. Music changes from major to minor. Solo violin bends out of tune.]
[Soft demonic whisper:]
Welcome... to Hell.
Style
beautiful irish folk becomes a chilling descent into hell with orchestral twistschoir and dark guitars.femaleenglish
Credits
Prompt byOlen
GeneratedJul 4, 2026
ModelZona