🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: A Desolation Song - Agalloch

 Here  sit at the fire
 Liquor's bitter flames  my languid soul
 Here I drink alone and 
 A graven life, the stain  her memory
 In this cup, love's 
 For love is the poison  life
 Tip  cup, feed the fire,
 And forget about useless 
 
 Lost in the desolation  love
 The passions we  and sow
 Lost in  desolation of life
 This path that we 
 
 Here's to love,  sickness
 The great martyr of the 
  to life, the vice
 The great herald  misery
  this cup, spiritus frumenti
 For this is  nectar of the spirit
 Quench the thirst, drown  sorrow
 And forget  cold yesterdays...
 
 Lost in the desolation of 
 The passions we reap  sow
  in the desolation of life
 This path  we walk...
 Lost in the  of love
 The sorrows we  and sow
 Lost in  desolation of life
 The path  we walk...