What can be found in this death? A traitor's smile, the honour of
How comfort could be found in the of nights? What solace for guilt-driven mind, heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging together in dark In maelstrom of despair each other's shine
And half of his runs like mine - kindred spirit to me But the gleam in his remind of the one who is gone forever
dreams carry me past this life, to thin shrouding mist I rest in silence, in lifeless and desolate
Long are midwinter's nights as the will to has died Evanescent the unwarming light, evoking of life Of the life long lost, buried in ashes of and joy
And half of his 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 under this burden of No leading to aside this tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair suppressing the only shine
As the end is slowly our paths must now diverge Pressure slowly easing, shackles unchained,
Beyond a weary league Where dimming light gives to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, embodying this
Better to sleep now on porch, find on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in Disencumbered from this grief with the cruel way to be alone, abandoned to be free