I wondered while young
how I'll treat my son
I wont be as cruel of course

His snarling face
an emotionless traits
Evil always lives long.

I try, I try
I've tried I will say
echoing years to dawn
Dare I say
with a grin on his face
father still lives on

I'll play games
and laugh everyday
I won't be as cruel of course

That towering crow
That shivers shadows
Lingers like skin to bone

The deeper I thought
The darker I grew
eclipsing all that I see

I lost my sight of sun
He lost his sight of me

The only warmth I had
The only evil he seen

Do ruins have no end
pain I've absorbed my share.
I lost sight of my son
his grave I couldn't bare.

Of what age have I become
To what love do I belong
lost in my hatred of father
And still I live on.