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