Glory days in golden haze
Down the slumbering steps I creep
Skin and bones and flesh they raise
Rains of death, the spell we keep
And time forgets me as I sleep…
And time forgets me as I weep…
An aspiring rock star enters into an ominous dreamscape known as the Afterworld and strikes up a Faustian bargain with The Visitor.
Includes an excerpt from ANONYMA
