🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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