Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won’t return

Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won’t return

Reason for being in Silent Hill: Dead child

Carrying equipment: Pants Pocket

Your weapon of choice: Kitchen Knife

Your travelling companion: Alex Shepherd

Main Antagonist: Pyramid Head

Misc. item currently in your inventory: Health Drink

Eu não vou dar espaço para cometer os mesmos erros de novo, as vezes esqueço que o lugar de muita coisa nessa vida é no passado.

Eu não vou dar espaço para cometer os mesmos erros de novo, as vezes esqueço que o lugar de muita coisa nessa vida é no passado.

I’ll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill
I’ll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older
Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold

I’ll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill

I’ll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older

Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold

No I was not there
On the church stairs
The wind in my hair
A flood through my tear

No I was not there
On the church stairs
The wind in my hair
A flood through my tear

f I had known not to carry on that way
It wouldn’t show
In the creases of your face
If you should go
Would you carry on my name?
Just let it blow
In the fog on Bishop’s Lane

f I had known not to carry on that way

It wouldn’t show
In the creases of your face
If you should go
Would you carry on my name?
Just let it blow
In the fog on Bishop’s Lane