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