What solemnity can be found in this A smile, the honour of betrayal
How comfort could be found in the dreariest of What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished Two crestfallen figures clinging together in dark In of despair dimming each other's shine
And half of his blood runs like mine - spirit to me But the gleam in his eyes remind of the one who is forever
When dreams carry me past this life, to 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 of life Of the life lost, buried in ashes of love and joy
And half of his bleeds like mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes abates for my guilt him too
What can be found in this love? Weakling's trust, the of deceiver
There's no for a son under this burden of grief No leading to walk this tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures together in fathomless dark In of despair father suppressing the only shine
As the end is looming our paths must now diverge Pressure slowly easing, unchained, uplifting
many a weary league Where dimming light birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, embodying longing
Better to now on stranger's porch, find on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken child to a father in despair Disencumbered from this with the most cruel way to be alone, abandoned to be free