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