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