What can be found in this death? A smile, the honour of betrayal
How could be found in the dreariest of nights? What solace for mind, tarnished heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging together in dark In maelstrom of despair dimming each other's
And half of his blood runs mine - kindred spirit to me But the gleam in his eyes remind of the one who is gone
When dreams carry me this life, to thin shrouding mist I rest in silence, in lifeless and desolate
Long are nights as the will to live has died Evanescent the unwarming light, evoking of life Of the life lost, buried in ashes of love and joy
And half of his blood like mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes for my guilt shackles him too
sublimity can be found in this love? Weakling's trust, the of deceiver
There's no future for a son under this of grief No leading to walk aside this ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless In maelstrom of despair father the only shine
As the end is looming our paths must now diverge slowly easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond a weary league Where dimming light gives birth to evening At the of distant, devouring woods my demons, embodying this longing
Better to sleep now on porch, find on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a child than to a father in despair Disencumbered this grief with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free