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 atoning for ?
whose lapses am i forced to undo?
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
insomnium
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