Here After - Tad Morose

Darkness is all around Your time is running low Listen to the wicked sound

That rises from the below

Demons in your mind Whispers from a forgotten soul Fear of another kind

Deep down from the endless hole

There is a secret place for you Darkened mirrors on the wall Burning

Candles are shining through while you’re walking down these empty halls

Tomorrow is not for you as the spell is cast Memories are haunting you as

Forever becomes the past

Fear in your mind Whispers from an endless hole Demons of another kind deep

Down in your soul