A shadow dances next
To the horizon
The return of a lost one
A demon shivers of fear
And of joy
He knows his time has come
Candles are disposed
A gate is opened
He walks
Soon he will be home
In his wide dark hall
Among his brothers
He waits
Soon he will be alone
Qu'est-il arrivé à ce jeune homme
Qu'il en oublie jusqu'à comment rire?
Qu'est-il arrivé à ce jeune homme
Qu'il en perde l'habitude d'être heureux?
Once this is done, soon I'll be whole again!
They come face to face
And finally they smile
None draws their swords
Just like that it's done
The Young Man isn't Långt Bort
Demoboros has lost the Fifth Throne
Que fabrique-t-il ce jeune homme
Lui qui semblait parfois reparaître?
Que fabrique-t-il ce jeune homme
Pour qu'il s'éclipse à la tombée du jour?
I'm free at last!
Home again!
But I'll be careful to keep you by my side
For I am the Young Man
But don't you dare leave the ship once again
For I am Demoboros
I need you in my mind, stay where you belong
For I am the Young Man
If you leave this Throne again I'll keep it
For I am Demoboros
Matters of death, matters of love
Matters of hate, matters of life
I am the one who does not know
I am the one ever so low
I am the one ever so high
I am the one whose spirits fly
Pretending a loath of passion
I became two, an intertwine
My blood exposed my two beings
Forced me to acknowledge them both
I am dark, unafraid by death
I love life savour every breath
Two parts that I do recognize
For both of them are real and true
Above the other one can rise
But it never lasts, while I do
I am the Young Man and Demoboros