🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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