What solemnity can be found in death? A traitor's smile, the honour of
How comfort could be found in the dreariest of What solace for guilt-driven mind, heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless In maelstrom of despair dimming each other's
And of his blood runs like mine - kindred spirit to me But the gleam in his remind of the one who is gone forever
When dreams me past this life, to thin shrouding mist I rest in silence, in place lifeless and
Long are nights as the will to live has died Evanescent the light, evoking memories of life Of the life 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 can be found in this love? trust, the moral of deceiver
There's no future for a son under burden of grief No leading to walk aside this ghost Two figures clinging 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 birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, devouring Await my demons, embodying longing
to sleep now on stranger's porch, find home on foreign the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in despair Disencumbered this grief with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, abandoned to be