Song Of the Forlorn Son - Insomnium

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