What solemnity can be in this death? A smile, the honour of betrayal
How comfort could be found in the of nights? What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished Two crestfallen figures clinging 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 remind of the one who is forever
When dreams me past this life, to thin shrouding mist I rest in silence, in lifeless and desolate
Long are midwinter's nights as the to live has died the unwarming light, evoking memories of life Of the long lost, buried in ashes 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 in this love? Weakling's trust, the moral of
There's no future for a son under this burden of No leading to walk aside tormented ghost Two crestfallen clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of father suppressing the only shine
As the end is slowly looming our paths must now Pressure slowly easing, unchained, uplifting
Beyond a weary league Where dimming light gives birth to evening 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 this with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free