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Agalloch
Miscellaneous
Dead Winter Days
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)]
- Album:
- Game Tight
- The Mantle
- The Serpent and the Sphere
- The Serpent & the Sphere
- Miscellaneous
- From Which of This Oak
- Tomorrow Will Never Come
- Of Stone, Wind, And Pillor
- Marrow Of The Spirit
- Of Stone, Wind, & Pillor
- Ashes Against the Grain
- Faustian Echoes
- Whitedivisiongrey
- Where Shade Once Was
- Oak Folk
- Pale Folklore
- Pale Folklore (Remastered)
- 2004-02-15: Middle East Downstairs, Cambridge, MA, USA
- The Demonstration Archive 1996–1998
- Legacy 2002/06