Ill-Starred Son — Insomnium

Her dirge still echoes in these woods Mourning lingers in the vales As the wind cries on the shore Her wailing can be heared

Mirthless is this wandering through Hollow days Like a pale ghost I waste away in This foul world

What sin do I atone for in this Dreadful way Why the gods snee rat me as I Keep writhing in pain

Where has my dearest gone to Where sings now my maiden fair Beneath the darksome waters Underneath the moonlit waves

Where is our ill-starred son Where lies our poor stillborn child Below the silent mound In the arms of scared earth

She become weary of the world Tired of this marred life Burdened with sorrow far too deep A pain impossible to bear

There is no light at the end of this Blackened path Calm again are the sullen waters Before me

If gods shall hearken to me Fate with be bening I leave these woes behind Depart from these cares

For we shall be reunited on the Other side I desscend to my love and caress her forevermore