SILENT HILL (HORRORCORE) - The fog doesn’t hide the guilt — it carves the truth into your soul

In the heart of the mist, where screams echo and memories bleed, the city becomes a mirror — not of what you fear, but of what you are. Silent streets whisper your sins, and each step cracks the illusion of escape. Here, redemption is a lie, and the only truth left is the pain you tried to bury.

Silent Hill (Horrorcore)
[Intro]
I came to escape...
But the town knew where to find me.
There’s no way out.
Only reflection.

[Verse 1]
I walk blind through faceless crowds,
The streets whisper secrets I left unbound.
The fog consumes, time bends and breaks,
And the mirror reveals the ache that aches.

Scars on the walls, screams in the ground,
Figures follow me, cursed and unbound.
They’re not demons, not something new —
They’re rotting memories… made of truth.

[Chorus]
The mist hides me, but not what I’ve done.
The ground screams memories I never outrun.
It’s not a curse — it’s what I am.
Here, hell wears the shape of my pain.

[Verse 2]
Sirens slash through rust-red skies,
The walls breathe deep and whisper lies.
Each shadow shows what I tried to flee,
The town just wants to destroy me.

Torn-up prayers on shattered glass,
The truth will burn what’s left to pass.
There’s no redemption, no safe retreat,
Only the sentence… and the mirror with me.

[Chorus]
The mist hides me, but not what I’ve done.
The ground screams memories I never outrun.
It’s not a curse — it’s what I am.
Here, hell wears the shape of my pain.

[Bridge]
The town doesn’t want you dead…
It wants you to see.
To feel…
What was always beneath.

[Final Verse]
I searched for peace, but found the blade,
Each ruin echoes the guilt I made.
The walls close in, the blood pulls me through,
And I saw the end… from my very first view.

You call this nightmare…
I call it home.
Guilt has a shape…
And it knows where to roam.

[Final Chorus]
The mist hides me, but not what I’ve done.
The ground screams memories I never outrun.
It’s not a curse — it’s what I am.
Here, hell wears the shape of my pain.