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 heard

Mirthless is this wandering

Through hallow 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 sneer at 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 sacred earth

She became 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

What sin do I atone for

In this dreadful way

Why the gods sneer at 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 sacred earth

If gods shall hearken to me

Fate will be benign

I leave these woes behind

Depart from these cares

For we shall be reunited

On the other side

I descend to my love

And caress her forevermore