The Kingdom of Breakdown

As they cry in the moonlight evening heart and soul becomes ailing , wailing , it does , as it rains red , in bed they lie . For a treacherous head is all they had in the stormy wind and I was but a precious vermint . And the heart was but a windy storm ; breaking , thousand pieces they form . The flames of wrath The eyes of despair The power of destruction hidden just as fair . The valley of death all into flame . No place to hide , the end of the reign . The crimson red garden The azure lakes of hell The land of the holy , shredded by the gale . The cracks in the heaven , the heaven of the land . Away they march , the demonic horde . And all that awaits My lonely kingdom The castle of breakdown Pendragon