Vultures Were Circling in Dark Crimson Sky

The mirror broke when the king died And all the birds fell silent outside And all the leaves fell from the trees, Across the kingdom spread the disease Funeral pyres burned day and night, Baleful black smoke veiled the light, Vultures were circling in dark crimson sky, A kingdom condemned and sentenced to die The wailing of widows flew over the land, The grief came to reign and never to end, The harvest was blighted by poisonous rain, The rampage of horror drove people insane Rabid dogs finished what’s left of the realm, The kingdom is dead and remain dead it shall, The grass hid itself under thousands of graves, The kingdom has fallen to the decay