What solemnity can be found in death? A smile, the honour of betrayal
How comfort could be found in the of nights? What solace for mind, tarnished heart? Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless In of despair dimming each other's shine
And half of his blood runs like - kindred spirit to me But the gleam in his 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 the unwarming light, evoking memories of life Of the life long lost, buried in of love and joy
And of his blood 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 burden of No to walk aside this tormented ghost Two crestfallen clinging together in fathomless dark In maelstrom of despair father the only shine
As the end is slowly looming our must now diverge slowly easing, shackles unchained, uplifting
Beyond many a weary Where dimming light gives birth to stars At the treelines of distant, woods Await my demons, embodying this
Better to now on stranger's porch, home on foreign soil Brighter the sun to a forsaken than to a father in despair Disencumbered from this grief the most cruel way Deserted to be alone, abandoned to be