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 ?