Insomnium

Her dirge still echoes in these woods
Mourning lingers in the vales
As the wind cries on the shore
Her wailing can be heared
Mirthless is this wandering through
Hollow 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 snee rat 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