What can be found in this death? A traitor's smile, the of betrayal
How comfort could be in the dreariest of nights? What solace for guilt-driven mind, heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless In maelstrom of despair dimming each other's
And half of his blood runs like - kindred spirit to me But the in his eyes remind of the one who is gone forever
When dreams carry me past life, to thin shrouding mist I rest in silence, in place lifeless and
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 guilt him too
What sublimity can be found in love? Weakling's trust, the of deceiver
There's no future for a son under burden of grief No leading to aside this tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless In maelstrom of despair father suppressing the only
As the end is looming our paths 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 this
Better to sleep now on porch, find on foreign soil the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in despair Disencumbered from grief with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free