Post by SP Admin on Sept 4, 2007 13:17:48 GMT -5
Hush now baby don't say a word,
They'll sew your mouth so you can't be heard.
And if that doesn't succeed to work,
They're really gonna go besurk.
You can't get out, they won't let you...
They say that a simple trip to the hospital is painless. Or at least that's what people used to say about St. Paul's. Back in the late 1700s a doctor named Paul DeVeer created St. Paul's. It was the only hospital in the middle of nowhere, Scotland. Many were rushed there, but only to never be heard from again. Even those who only suffered from a mild allergic reaction.
Some say Dr. Paul went mad... he never left the place, not even to go home...
Now hush my darlin' don't make a sound,
Daddy's gonna slit your throat on the ground.
And if that threat doesn't make your back off,
Fly, you will to the angel's loft.
Never go to St. Paul's, you won't come back...
Welcome to St. Paul's. You've come, having ignored the rumors people have told you. the goal set in mind is to see the doctor for whatever reason you've come. Enjoy your stay, you won't be leaving. The only task I have for you... STAY ALIVE!
Lullaby and goodnight, with bloody roses at your bedside,
With chains hanging down over head.
Lullaby and goodnight, ignore the screams out your bedroom door,
The moon's light is shining down...
The doctor never left. Nor did the other that work here. They still roam the halls, the guards still guard the exits. Don't get caught...
St. Paul's is filled with few people who can tell you the story, heed their warnings. Just maybe... you'll be the first one to escape the hell everyone calls St. Paul's.
You can try, but you'll fail. And you can run, but they'll find you...
The shadow's guard you tonight.
Lay thee down and try to sleep well tonight.