What can be found in this death? A traitor's smile, the honour of
How comfort could be in the dreariest of nights? What solace for mind, tarnished heart? Two figures clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair dimming each other's
And half of his blood runs like - kindred spirit to me But the gleam in his eyes remind of the one who is forever
dreams carry me past this life, to thin shrouding mist I rest in silence, in place and desolate
Long are midwinter's nights as the will to live has Evanescent the unwarming light, evoking of life Of the life long lost, buried in ashes of and joy
And half of his blood bleeds like - kindred spirit, yet free But the gleam in his eyes for my guilt shackles him too
sublimity can be found in this love? Weakling's trust, the moral of
There's no for a son under this burden of grief No leading to aside this tormented ghost Two figures clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair father the only shine
As the end is slowly our paths must now diverge Pressure easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond many a league Where dimming light birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, devouring Await my demons, this longing
Better to sleep now on porch, find on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken than to a father in despair Disencumbered this grief with the most cruel way to be alone, abandoned to be free