Rituals from AFTERLIFE by Promenade Cinema

The cufflinks you wore, candles laid on the floor.
Wishing that I could reach you, wish I could.
But I don’t know where you are.
Spectres slamming the doors, will not hear any more,
Of my evocations, incantations, calling you home.
But the horrors have you now.

Can you feel my heart?
Do you see it burn?
Do you hear my voice,
Calling you to return?
Do you hear me cry?
Beckon your reply.
Do you hear my voice,
Begging you to return?
In all my rituals.

No apparition formed, the room the same as before.
I’d make a deal with the afterlife, every night.
But even they won’t lift the veil.
Phantoms slamming the doors, will not hear any more,
Of my evocations, incantations, calling you home.
The witching hour’s counting down.

Oh this can’t be the end.
Or a time that’s run its course.
Is this really an unstoppable force?

• Electronic
• darkwave
• electropop
• synthpop
• United Kingdom