Silent Hill

In the town of raining ash,
a burning hole of violent wrath.

The beasts of evil that reap the night,
Silent Hill still lives in sight.

From fires high and fog so thick,
Its time for evil to do its trick.

Undead nurses and deformed men,
walk this town in violent sin.

With blood stained hands and hate that grins.

Feel the cries of tormented souls,
A river of blood begins its hold.

Take a walk in lifeless fog that blinds,
to meet the nightmare that slowly binds.

Dripping flesh and insane minds,
You'll never know what creeps behind.

To rip your throat and tare out your soul.
The cries of the lost will always be cold.

In Silent Hill there is no sleep, but restless spirits that live to reap.

Tears of thousands that died within,
inside a hell which never ends.

The smell of burnt flesh still fills the air, while sanity is lost and life is so bare.

All who come must all beware to walk the streets of a living nightmare.