What solemnity can be found in death? A smile, the honour of betrayal
How comfort could be found in the of nights? What solace for guilt-driven mind, heart? Two figures clinging together in fathomless dark In of despair dimming each other's 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 dreams carry me past this life, to thin shrouding I rest in silence, in place and desolate
Long are midwinter's as the will to live has died Evanescent the unwarming light, memories of life Of the long lost, buried in ashes of love and joy
And half of his bleeds like mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his abates for my guilt shackles him too
What sublimity can be 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 tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging together in dark In maelstrom of despair father the only shine
As the end is slowly our paths must now diverge Pressure slowly easing, shackles unchained,
Beyond many a league dimming light gives birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods my demons, embodying this longing
Better to now on stranger's porch, home on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken than to a father in despair Disencumbered this grief with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, abandoned to be