Текст песни
whose sins am i now atoning for
Wretched is my lot here, so echoes my tune through these darkling shaws Son, for this forlorn son
Now i set forth without ever glancing back, endure the dreary cold
mirthless is my fate
For this forlorn son, only snow-bound hills ever hear my call
whose sins am i now atoning for
For this forsaken child, for this forsaken child, so echoes my tune through these darkling shaws
For this forsaken child, alone to face the cruel winters, whose sins am i now atoning for
mirthless is my fate
Above the frozen streams resounds my song, only snow-bound hills ever hear my call Insomnium, whose lapses am i forced to undo
Whose lapses am i forced to undo, only these sullen trees will hearken to me
Wretched is my lot here, solace i find in the light of the pale moon
endure the dreary cold
What is there to seek, now i set forth without ever glancing back
Only snow-bound hills ever hear my call, what is there to hope for
whose lapses am i forced to undo
For this forsaken child, mirthless is my fate
What is there to hope for, now i set forth without ever glancing back, alone to face the cruel winters
For this forsaken child, my comfort in the night the murmur of the trees Song, above the frozen streams resounds my song
For this grim castaway, for this forlorn son, alone to face the cruel winters
What is there to hope for, my comfort in the night the murmur of the trees Son, for this forlorn son
What is there to hope for, my comfort in the night the murmur of the trees
for this grim castaway
for this grim castaway
What is there to hope for, mirthless is my fate
for this grim castaway
above the frozen streams resounds my song
For this forlorn son, what is there to seek, what is there to hope for
what is there to seek
for this forsaken child
Mirthless is my fate, only snow-bound hills ever hear my call, now i set forth without ever glancing back
Alone to face the cruel winters, what is there to hope for
so echoes my tune through these darkling shaws
Whose sins am i now atoning for, above the frozen streams resounds my song, my comfort in the night the murmur of the trees
wretched is my lot here
it is time to make my own way through the dusk
endure the dreary cold