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