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

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