What solemnity can be found in this A traitor's smile, the of betrayal
How comfort be found in the dreariest of nights? What solace for guilt-driven mind, heart? Two crestfallen clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of 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 in silence, in place lifeless and desolate
Long are nights as the will to live has died Evanescent the unwarming light, evoking memories of Of the life long lost, in ashes of love and joy
And half of his blood like mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his abates for my guilt shackles him too
What sublimity can be in this love? Weakling's trust, the moral of
There's no future for a son under this of grief No leading to aside this tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging together in dark In maelstrom of despair father the only shine
As the end is slowly looming our paths must now slowly easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond many a league Where light gives birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, devouring Await my demons, this longing
Better to sleep now on porch, find home on soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in Disencumbered from grief with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free