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 ?