1 October 2012
Step by step The stairs she climbed Toward the demons of her mind Drip, by drip the candle flame Cast ghostly shadows against window pane Creak by creak the floorboards groaned As closer she came to the noise that moaned
And as her sweaty palm reached out in fear The door to open then to peer And there it sat a ghastly site Dad on the throne, pushing with all his might! Daaaaaad!!
Throne Of Fear • Opuss № I