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 ?