Ammonite Songtext
von Balmora

We bore your concentrated burden far too long
A private sacrament of endurance administered to me
Still, crestfallen men cursed forever won′t see roses at their feet when they die
Crumble
You have forsaken us all now
Beneath composure's varnish, spirit wavers not This obsession, these compulsions
O inspiring, your final deceit
Nightmare
No one is coming to while away
My each remaining day spent present, eternally
Know this about thyself, and thy soul shall find peace