מילים לשיר Song Of The Forlorn Son – Insomnium

Wretched is my lot here, mirthless is my fate What is there to hope for, what is there to seek
Alone to face the cruel winters, endure the dreary cold For this forsaken child, for this forlorn son Whose sins am I now atoning for? Whose lapses am I forced to undo? So echoes my tune through these darkling shaws
Above the frozen streams resounds my song Only snowOnly these sullen trees will hearken to me What is there to hope for, what is there to seek For this embittered man, for this grim castaway
For this forsaken child, for this forlorn son Solace I find in the light of the pale moon My comfort in the night the murmur of the trees Now I set forth without ever glancing back
It is time to make my own way through the dusk.