What solemnity can be found in this A traitor's smile, the honour of
How comfort be found in the dreariest of nights? What solace for mind, tarnished heart? Two crestfallen clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair dimming other's shine
And half of his blood runs like - 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 lifeless and
Long are midwinter's nights as the will to has died Evanescent the unwarming light, evoking of life Of the life long lost, buried in ashes of and joy
And of his blood bleeds like mine - kindred spirit, yet free But the in his eyes abates for my guilt shackles him too
What sublimity can be found in this Weakling's trust, the of deceiver
no future for a son under this burden of grief No leading to walk aside this tormented Two figures clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair father suppressing the only
As the end is slowly looming our paths now diverge slowly easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond a weary league Where dimming gives birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, this longing
Better to sleep now on porch, find on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in Disencumbered this grief with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free