Silent Hill 2 Hints

Extra Coin Poem

  • Like coins in the hazy aether tossed
    Our souls must by their sinful weight
    Descend to earth with lightness lost
    To "right" the sins that they hath laid
    When thrice in falling they intone
    Then happiness shall be thy own
    The first note be not by the Horned One rung
    Though it be there that all sins be sprung
    The Bringer of Life and the Bringer of Shame
    The sins of the latter be ever more tame
    Though coming in the Aged One's wake
    The formless one's soul in fear doth quake
    The needless one silent with hungers all sated
    Is least then in sin with his lusts all abated
    For the gravest of sinners whose place be appointed
    And if he is lucky, may his soul be anointed.