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 ?