Insomnium

In the evening of a grey day, a bleak day
I strayed into the dim silence of the hallowed trees
Where the fir-trees whisper of those been, those gone
Where the sacred earth still hides all those we once loved
“O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world
Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides”
Ill-assorted with this life, these cares
Each moment I am waiting for the worst to come my way
Dark berry from my mother’s womb; a frail one
I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from the start
Better it would be, to stay in the shades
In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of death
Here I would lie, till the end of time