Alone In The Darkness,

I Hide From The Light.

The Dark Is My Fortress.

So Cold... The Night.

I've Kept The Tradition

My Fathers Held-high.

The Past Is My Prison.

'till The Day I Die.



So Indicated, And Yet - So Obscure.

Is Everything Fated ?

How Can I Be Sure ?

Fear's Been My Kingdom

And Hate's Been My Course.

I Followed A Blind-path;

Blood-stained, With No Remorse



I See Shadows! Are They...

Faces Of The Past ?

I Hear Voices ! Are They...

Calling From The Past ?



Alone With Conscience,

I Ask Myself; Why...?

But Answers Are Hard To Find.

I Can't Break-away From My Pride.

I Only Did, What I Was Taught To Be Right,

As My Father Would Have Done.

Let "History" Be My Judge,

When I'm Long-dead, And Gone.



I See Shadows! Are They...

Faces Of The Past ?

I Hear Voices ! Are They...

Calling From The Past ?



Father! It's Turned So Cold.

I See Shadows! Are They...

Faces Of The Past ?

I Hear Voices ! Are They...

Calling From The Past ?