The Ill-Starred Son



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

In the arms of scared earth



She become weary of the world

Tired of this marred life

Burdened with sorrow far too deep

A pain impossible to bear



There is no light at the end of this

Blackened path

Calm again are the sullen waters

Before me



If gods shall hearken to me

Fate with be bening

I leave these woes behind

Depart from these cares



For we shall be reunited on the

Other side

I desscend to my love and caress her

forevermore