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 mind

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