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Apologia (Artch)

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 ?