Текст песни Insomnium - Song of the Forlorn Son

Текст:

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? Who 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

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