Текст (слова) песни: Insomnium - Song Of The Forlorn Son

Wretched is my lot here, mirthless is my fate
Alone to face the cruel winters, endure the dreary cold
What is there to hope for, what is there to seek
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 these sullen trees will hearken to me
Only snow-bound hills ever hear my call

What is there to hope for, what is there to seek
For this forsaken child, for this forlorn son
For this embittered man, for this grim castaway

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

Другие песни Insomnium:

Bereavement
Black Waters
Closing Words
Daughter Of The Moon
Death Walked The Earth
Disengagement
Dying Chant
Ill-Starred Son
In the Halls of Awaiting
Journey Unknown
Medeia
Shades of Deep Green
Song Of The Forlorn Son
Song of the Storm
The Bitter End
The Day It All Came Down
The Elder
The Moment Of Reckoning
Under The Plaintive Sky