What solemnity can be found in death? A traitor's smile, the of betrayal
How comfort could be in the dreariest of nights? What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless In maelstrom of dimming each other's shine
And half of his blood runs like mine - spirit to me But the gleam in his remind of the one who is gone forever
When dreams carry me past this life, to shrouding mist I rest in silence, in place lifeless and
are midwinter's nights 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 blood like mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes abates for my shackles him too
What sublimity can be found in this trust, the moral of deceiver
There's no future for a son under this of grief No leading to walk aside this ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair father suppressing the only
As the end is slowly looming our must now diverge Pressure easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond a weary league Where dimming light gives birth to stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, embodying longing
to sleep now on stranger's porch, find home on soil the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in despair Disencumbered from this grief with the cruel way to be alone, abandoned to be free