🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: A Desolation Song - Agalloch

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