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)]