Insomnium

And so does the downhearted tune
Resound through this murky night
And the wind groan its wistful song
For the ill-lucked dwellers in plight
These two round-shouldered figures
Forward slowly through this grey day
Under the forests white canopy
Out of the drifting snow's way
With rime dressed-faces they wander
With guilt carved-hearts they flee
With grim stained-minds they hover
Between hope and despair
With rime dressed-faces they wander
With guilt carved-hearts they flee
With grim stained-minds they ponder
If they ever be free of their sins
May the stars become my eyes