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