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
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