What solemnity can be in this death? A traitor's smile, the of betrayal
How comfort could be in the dreariest of nights? What solace for guilt-driven mind, tarnished Two figures clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair dimming each shine
And of his blood runs like mine - kindred spirit to me But the in his eyes remind of the one who is gone forever
When dreams 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 has died Evanescent the unwarming light, evoking of life Of the life long lost, buried in of love and joy
And half of his blood bleeds like mine - kindred spirit, yet 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 this tormented ghost Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless In maelstrom of despair father the only shine
As the end is slowly our paths must now diverge Pressure easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
many a weary league Where dimming gives birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, embodying longing
Better to now on stranger's porch, find home on soil the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in despair Disencumbered from this with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free