"After Death Premises" lyrics

"After Death Premises"

Bewitching spheres I sense when the temperatures fall
Whilst dusk quickly devoures all light inside the Townshend's hall
Ghostly phenomena I have seen... roaming it's huge corridors as if I dream abysmal dreams

1835; the year that colonel Loftus saw dark things at night
Walking towards his room... a spectral form appeared then vaporized in gloom

Tenebrous winds... waving curtains
Unreal noises, footsteps and strange voices

Neither Christ nor sunlight marked this place with holy grace during these Christmas days
I fell... dark things staring at me
This classic realm is just another version of hell

Her dead skin glowed with a pale luminescence
A forgotten entity that dwells in a brown satin dress
Chained in a void of tragedy
Bound to seek her children in everlasting eternity

Colonel Loftus met her twice
The second time... she stared at him and had no eyes
Her feature looked horrific and cruel, watching the colonel like a terrifying pagan ghoul


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