What solemnity can be found in death? A smile, the honour of betrayal
How comfort could be in the dreariest of nights? What solace for mind, tarnished heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging in fathomless dark In of despair dimming each other's shine
And half of his blood runs like - kindred spirit to me But the gleam in his eyes remind of the one who is gone
When dreams carry me past this life, to shrouding mist I rest in silence, in place and desolate
Long are midwinter's nights as the will to live has Evanescent the unwarming light, memories of life Of the life long lost, buried in ashes of and joy
And half of his blood bleeds like mine - kindred spirit, yet But the in his eyes abates for my guilt shackles him too
What sublimity can be found in this trust, the moral 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 fathomless In maelstrom of despair suppressing the only shine
As the end is looming our paths must now diverge Pressure easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond a weary league Where dimming light gives birth to evening At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, this longing
Better to sleep now on porch, find home on soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in Disencumbered from this with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, abandoned to be