What solemnity can be found in death? A traitor's smile, the honour of
How comfort could be found in the of nights? What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless In maelstrom of despair dimming each other's
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 me past this life, to thin 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 of life Of the life lost, buried in ashes of love and joy
And half of his blood like mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes for my guilt shackles him too
What can be found in this love? Weakling's trust, the of deceiver
There's no future for a son under burden of grief No leading to walk aside this ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging together in dark In maelstrom of despair suppressing the only shine
As the end is slowly our paths must now diverge Pressure slowly easing, shackles unchained,
many a weary league Where dimming gives birth to evening stars At the of distant, devouring woods Await my demons, this longing
to sleep now on stranger's porch, find on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a in despair Disencumbered from grief with the most cruel way to be alone, abandoned to be free