🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Song Of The Forlorn Son - Insomnium

  Of The Forlorn Son
 
 Wretched is  lot here, mirthless is my fate
 Alone to face the cruel winters,  the dreary cold
 What is there to hope for, what is  to seek
 For this forsaken child, for  forlorn son
 
 Whose sins  I now atoning for?
 Whose lapses  I forced to undo?
 
 So echoes my tune through these  shaws
 Above the frozen  resounds my song
 Only these sullen trees  hearken to me
 Only snow-bound hills ever  my call
 
 What is there to hope  what is there to seek
 For this forsaken  for this forlorn son
 For this embittered man, for this grim 
 
 Solace  find in the light of the pale moon
 My comfort in the  the murmur of the trees
 Now I  forth without ever glancing back
 It is  to make my own way through the dusk