What solemnity can be found in this A smile, the honour of betrayal
How comfort could be found in the dreariest of What for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart? Two crestfallen figures together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of 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 carry me past life, to thin shrouding mist I rest in silence, in lifeless and desolate
Long are midwinter's nights as the will to has died the unwarming light, evoking memories of life Of the long lost, buried in ashes of love and joy
And half of his blood bleeds mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes abates for my shackles him too
What sublimity can be found in love? trust, the moral of deceiver
There's no future for a son this burden of grief No leading to walk this tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair father suppressing the only
As the end is looming our paths must now diverge Pressure slowly easing, unchained, uplifting
many a weary league Where dimming light gives to evening stars At the of distant, devouring woods Await my demons, embodying this
to sleep now on stranger's porch, find home on foreign Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in Disencumbered from this grief with the cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free