What can be found in this death? A smile, the honour of betrayal
How could be found in the dreariest of nights? solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair dimming other's shine
And half of his blood runs like mine - kindred to me But the in his eyes remind of the one who is gone forever
When dreams carry me past this life, to thin shrouding I rest in silence, in place lifeless and
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 shackles 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 walk aside tormented ghost Two crestfallen clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair father suppressing the shine
As the end is slowly looming our paths must now Pressure slowly easing, unchained, uplifting
Beyond many a weary Where light gives birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, this longing
Better to now on stranger's 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 to be alone, abandoned to be free