Insomnium

Evening full of grandeur, skies tinged with red
Mountains crowned with crimson, treetops with scarlet blaze
As the dusk is falling, night settles in
Stars slowly come out, moon glides skywards
...Still cheerless is in my soul, my heart filled with cares...
Longing for the misty shores, weather-beaten strands so poor
Where the weeping sky archs over water calm
Pining for primeval woods, murky shade of leafy roof
Where the silent trees arch over our path
Do you walk in mourning, still wear the grief
Raiment of sorrow, remembrance of me
Through the years of bleakness, winters of bitter cold
Will you not forget me, forsake my soul
...Low-spirited is my song, downhearted my tune...