What solemnity can be found in this A traitor's smile, the of betrayal
How comfort could be found in the of nights? What for guilt-driven mind, tarnished heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair dimming other's shine
And half of his blood runs mine - kindred spirit to me But the gleam in his eyes remind of the one who is gone
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, memories of life 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 eyes abates for my shackles him too
What can be found in this love? Weakling's trust, the moral of
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 suppressing the only shine
As the end is slowly our paths must now diverge Pressure slowly easing, shackles unchained,
Beyond many a league dimming light gives birth to evening stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, embodying longing
Better to sleep now on porch, find home on soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken child to a father in despair Disencumbered from this with the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, to be free