Acasa
Scris de DarK Vin Ian 09, 2009 9:50 pmEerie fog , static radio sound
Beware ye who enter the mists of ashes ,
The creatures of Sin walks the streets
The town , once peaceful on the surface
Under its dead void form
Life penetrates with sickening movement
Slithering forms gash out bloody curses
Rotting pieces of festering skin crawls
The darkness veils their broken forms
Rust fills every creak , every corner
Eternal moans , silent cries of pain
Endless torture , neverending mutilation
Helpless in their deformation , destroyed by vice
A god will be born , marking the day for Paradise
And on the edge of it all
A sign says : Welcome to Silent Hill ...
Beware ye who enter the mists of ashes ,
The creatures of Sin walks the streets
The town , once peaceful on the surface
Under its dead void form
Life penetrates with sickening movement
Slithering forms gash out bloody curses
Rotting pieces of festering skin crawls
The darkness veils their broken forms
Rust fills every creak , every corner
Eternal moans , silent cries of pain
Endless torture , neverending mutilation
Helpless in their deformation , destroyed by vice
A god will be born , marking the day for Paradise
And on the edge of it all
A sign says : Welcome to Silent Hill ...
