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