🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

 There lies  beauty behind forbidden wooden doors
 A beauty so rare and pure, it would make  eyes bleed and burn...
 
 ...She killed herself  the fall...
 
 I am  unmaker, I bring death to the beautiful dawn
 With  cold, and a legion of dying angels...
 
  killed myself in the spring...
 
 A  bough had hung me high
 I sank the fires of  Sol
 Here, nightfall 
 
  oppose the light
  gather the storms
 with  sword I wield with hate
 I shot down the sun with bow  flame
 Pillorian for  dead winter
 
 I am  unmaker
 The  ending
 I...die...
  damn you the dead winters...