What solemnity can be in this death? A smile, the honour of betrayal
How comfort be found in the dreariest of nights? What for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair each other's shine
And half of his runs like mine - 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 has died the unwarming light, evoking memories of life Of the life long lost, in ashes of love and joy
And half of his blood bleeds like mine - spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes abates for my guilt 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 this tormented ghost Two crestfallen clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair father the only shine
As the end is slowly looming our must now diverge slowly easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond a weary league dimming light gives birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods my demons, embodying this longing
Better to sleep now on porch, home on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a child than to a father in despair Disencumbered from this grief with the most way to be alone, abandoned to be free