🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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