Dead Winter Days lyrics
Song information
Artist: Agalloch Album: Pale Folklore
Lyrics
There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors A beauty so rare and pure, it would make human eyes bleed and burn..
...She killed herself in the fall..
I am the unmaker, I bring death to the beautiful dawn With pillor, cold, and a legion of dying angels..
...I killed myself in the spring..
A grim bough had hung me high I sank the fires of the sol Here, nightfall reigns
I oppose the light I gather the storms With a sword I wield with hate I shot down the sun with bow and flame Pillorian for the dead winter
I am the unmaker The pillorian...the ending I...die.. I damn you the dead winters..
[Music by haughm/anderson/j. william w. (2/97 - 11/98)]
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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