What can be found in this death? A smile, the honour of betrayal
How could be found in the dreariest of nights? What solace for mind, tarnished heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging together in dark In maelstrom of despair dimming each other's
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 nights as the to live has died Evanescent the unwarming light, memories of life Of the life long lost, buried in of love and joy
And half of his blood bleeds mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes for my guilt shackles him too
What sublimity can be found in love? Weakling's trust, the moral of
There's no future for a son under this burden of No leading to walk this tormented ghost Two figures clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair suppressing the only shine
As the end is slowly our paths must now diverge Pressure easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond a weary league Where dimming light birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, embodying this
to sleep now on stranger's porch, find home on soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in Disencumbered from this with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, abandoned to be