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 clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair each other's shine
And half of his blood runs like mine - kindred to me But the in his eyes remind of the one who is gone forever
When dreams carry me past life, to thin shrouding mist I in silence, in place lifeless and desolate
Long are midwinter's nights as the will to live has the unwarming light, evoking memories of life Of the life long lost, buried in of love and joy
And half of his blood like mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes abates for my shackles him too
What 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 aside this tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures together in fathomless dark In of despair father suppressing the only shine
As the end is slowly our paths must now diverge Pressure slowly easing, unchained, uplifting
many a weary league Where dimming light gives birth to evening At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, embodying longing
to sleep now on stranger's porch, find home on foreign Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in Disencumbered from this grief with the cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free