Inspired by Akira Yamaoka and Silent Hill



Grass is getting gloomy
Silently the day is withering away
Rotting all the living
When sun makes the last look to the trees
Giving them shadows like a soft caring touch

There is still light in the daycare centers window
Creepy sounds fill the cool night air
Hymns and prays of the children
Twisted and tortured minds

Playhouse stands on the hill quietly
Its old and trashed
They say its haunted
They say you could hear silent whispers
Within its walls

Still these few brave souls like to play there
Hideous creatures which have been cursed by God
One of them got three eyes, one of them got only one
They wanted to be alone
Those hated and cursed souls

One night all of them have been gathered here
To play, to tell spooky stories
It starts to rain
Thunder roams and lightning strikes
Just a moment they think it just a bad omen

It flashes
Then the old wood starts to burn
Oh God how they scream and cry
Those cursed lost souls
Flames are getting higher and higher

Whole night the playhouse burns
Nobody got out alive
When theres nothing left to burn
The flames just die out

When its getting brighter every second
When the nature is awaking from its slumber
Morning breeze carries the stench of burned flesh far away


Ten years later after the accident

Modern seniorcenter has been build

Some of the old people still remember the accident
They cant sleep or rest
Screams and cries are making them crazy

One night you could hear footsteps
If you raise your blanket and look to the hallway
You saw ghostly figure of a small one eyed girl
Shes carrying a doll tightly in her arms

When she looks at you you see no eyes
But still tear is falling down to her cheek
Little girl continues to walk
Second later she melts to the wall

Smell of rotten leaves fills the night air
Several rats appear from middle of nowhere
Biting your pecious flesh
You scream and try to kick them away
Seconds later they are gnawing your empty bones

Seniorcenter finally withers and turns to soil
Now few stones just stand there which have been walls

The bones of old mix with the bones of young
Giving mother earth all the minerals
So new flower can bloom again

Light has been turned off in the daycare centers window




Teksti kirjoitettu noin nelisen kuukautta sitten.