There's no were to hide
There's no place to run
wherever you are
They will find and then hunt.
No sleep will be saved
For the likes that await
In silent hill town
Were all sins have been dragged
The sun never shines
The ash always fall
The cold is your friend
were the darkness will raid
the feast will soon start
when the flare will speak up
all nightmares and sins
will feed of your will
till there is nothing else left
but a corpse in their wake