No, this time its over No more hope nor illumination I should have stayed On the other side I should never have left dwarfs Id longingly burn this parchment As my body under this firmament Oh, no ruby, no diamond Only dry sand... My open sores bleed and Stain my already clouded mind I strive to do a quest That is not mine Under this heavy sky... Burn! Burn! My skin burns no time and lose To save water and food Empty horizon Showing the lack of construction No more stone for the statue No more fountain blue Not allowed is the return Only exploration, profound Zenith strikes straight now The only thing to do is suffer Until I crack Until my flesh starts falling off... His back against a rock To find a shade of cold Amryl vanished, far away Without realizing it... Poor Amryl Lost in his thoughts Poor Amryl Already gone Out of his corpse Forever and ever Alone be disappears This is paradise, vision divine And now I know how it ends Nature rivers never dry up And the illusion is perfect Dear saint leader Horse defender You brought me there Blessed you are then thanks! In my paradise I now can die...
amryl, burn, poor, longingly, paradise