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
