What solemnity can be in this death? A smile, the honour of betrayal
How comfort could be in the dreariest of nights? What solace for guilt-driven mind, heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless In maelstrom of despair dimming each shine
And half of his blood runs like mine - spirit to me But the gleam in his eyes of the one who is gone forever
When dreams carry me past this life, to shrouding mist I in silence, in place lifeless and desolate
are midwinter's nights as the will to live has died Evanescent the unwarming light, evoking memories of Of the life lost, buried in ashes of love and joy
And of his blood bleeds like mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes abates for my guilt 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 walk this tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair father the only shine
As the end is slowly looming our paths must now slowly easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond many a league Where dimming light birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, embodying longing
to sleep now on stranger's porch, find on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a in despair from this grief with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free