No Prayer for the dying

Evening all,

When the resurrection men lay in their dank gloomy Victorian gaols awaiting death, this is the sight that got between them and their sleep.....

Mind you, gives you a bit of a jolt when you lurch out of a Holmfirth pub, slightly merry, and staggering slightly, rest on a shop front for support, and see that staring back at you.

night all


iron maiden