[Verse 1]

In Hemlock's gloom, where grasping shadows crawl,

St. Sybil's stone stands stark against the squall.

Her ramparts rise, a rugged, rusty shield,

Guarding ground where grief and gloom are sealed.

[Chorus]

In Hemlock Vale, where dread roots deep,

Sisters seek to rouse nightmare's sleep.

[Verse 2]

Dark hemlock boughs, gnarled and ancient, loom,

Their tendrils twine, a tapestry of doom.

The wind's lament, a low and lurid wail,

Where darkness dwells and dread souls weep and wail.

[Chorus]

In Hemlock Vale, where dread roots deep,

Sisters seek to rouse nightmare's sleep.

[Verse 3]

A bone-white brook, a ghostly, gleaming moat,

Mirrors moonlight's mocking, milky gloat.

While Sybil, carved in cold and crumbling rock,

Keeps vigil, lone, as ages tick and tock.

[Chorus]

In Hemlock Vale, where dread roots deep,

Sisters seek to rouse nightmare's sleep.

[Bridge]

Yet in the chapel, candles' golden glow

Paints pious peace where prayers softly flow.

Here silent sisters, shrouded, softly sing,

To mend the minds that madness sought to wring.

[Verse 4]

Beyond the gate, where gargoyles grimly grin,

The refuge echoes with the cries within.

Of spectral souls, forever banned and bound,

Their blood-born tales etched deep into the ground.

[Chorus]

In Hemlock Vale, where dread roots deep,

Sisters seek to rouse nightmare's sleep.

[Outro]

With murmured hymns and hushed and holy psalms,

They soothe the shattered, still the soul's alarms.

But past these walls, where shadows twist and creep,

Hemlock Town harbours horrors dark and deep.