What solemnity can be found in death? A traitor's smile, the honour of
How could be found in the dreariest of nights? 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 like mine - kindred spirit to me But the gleam in his eyes remind of the one who is gone
When dreams carry me past life, to thin shrouding mist I in silence, in place lifeless and desolate
Long are nights as the will to live has died Evanescent the light, evoking memories of life Of the life long lost, buried in 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
sublimity can be found in this love? Weakling's trust, the moral of
There's no future for a son this burden of grief No to walk aside this tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging together in dark In maelstrom of father suppressing the only shine
As the end is slowly looming our must now diverge Pressure slowly easing, shackles unchained,
many a weary league Where dimming light gives birth to 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 than to a in despair Disencumbered this grief with the most cruel way to be alone, abandoned to be free