Anachronaeon
The Amulet
Forged in wrath grown for years bottomless dweller on all of your fears Burns you with images lost from the past Seems your nightmare caught you at last One look at it's surface cuts you deep Emptiness, loneliness, images steep All you can feel is profound shame Is it your own fault the cause of this pain Chorus: How could he do this did he see your face I wish you could turn back time and run away far from this place
From Letras Mania