Pandemonium - The Flower Kings

Watch your back when the sun goes down

The dark duke holds court downtown

Sad seasons — there’s no solid ground

Shaping tyrants of a different kind

So you think you’ll never see the sun

On the backstreets of Pandemonium

Where the sly little devils run

You’ll forget where you’re coming from

Days — getting bent into nights — In the blackness of eyes

You stumble and fall from grace

Oh — In the center of grief — It’s the hour of need

The bell strikes for darker days

Ground zero calling for all scum

The «black gold» will obscure the sun

New kings fighting for the crown

Thrown over, just about to drown

Days of madness without an end

More disasters waiting 'round the bend

Dark ages seem to rise again

Dark times lie ahead my friend

Days — getting bent into nights — In the blackness of eyes

You stumble and fall from grace

Oh — In the center of grief — It’s the hour of need

And the bell strikes for darker days

Juliette calling Romeo — True love has nowhere to go

Rainbows turning black & blue