Thy Kingdom Gone

Come down, my child, Take me to the core of the flame. The world denied, Poisoned by the turn of the game. One early morning, I woke, and sorrow gave me my name... Come rest, my child, Take me to the heart of the flame. Calm down, my child, Tell me a

Pandemonium, For the pain that's yet to come. Fear will lead you, To the outside of the storm. Sanctimonium, For the flood is yet to come. Pain will guard you, When the water's overrun. Black horizon, For the night will bring new rain. Pale disorder,

Fear for the morning of a life in dream parade Tears fall tomorrow, in autumn sun brigade Fear... Pain... And the ever falling rain Pray for the dawn when the colors start to fade Swear by your God when all life is down the drain Still... Yearn for t

Out in the rain, Take all my pain, Save me for the world won't stop! Scars to remain, Cursed by thy name, Your tears are violent! No sleep all night, Run from the fight, Take another break and stop! Burned by the night, Die by my side, Serpents lead

Fallen we are, Pale horizon, Meet me when the waters gain. Out in the dark, Fear of the night, So constantly afraid. Sunken we are, Storm arising, Leave me when the fortune breaks. Spill all my blood, Holy water, Scarlet serenade. And then my world d

Welcome, my friend, You're in the eye of the storm. Pray, for the world descends, And the serpents are born. And we thought Jesus felt regret... Break down, my friend, Awake when Morpheus calls. In trance, we await the end, To tear the white off the

In your eyes, Fell the rain of a thousand years. In your smile, Burns the pain of a million fallen tears. In your mind, The shades of the fear that dreams went wrong. All your life, Played part in a scene you don't belong. Only the night can save, We

Down in the city lights of God, No more the circle turns to break, And in our moral lies we yearn to relate... For all the beauty that you're not, And all the plans you never made, In our bleak decay pretend to elate... One by one, Escape the dead...

Miss Fortune is her friend, Everytime she's alone. How long, how long, The river to take her home? Miss Fortune was her friend, And a serpent indeed. How sad, Lord, how sad, To know we will never meet... Miss Fortune was her friend, Though she hurt h