Insomnium - Song of the Forlorn Son lyrics

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