🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

 There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden 
 A beauty so rare and pure, it would make human  bleed and burn...
 
 ...She killed herself in the 
 
 I am the unmaker, I bring  to the beautiful dawn
 With pillor, cold, and  legion of dying angels...
 
 ...I killed  in the spring...
 
 A grim bough had hung  high
 I sank the fires  the Sol
 Here,  reigns
 
 I  the light
 I gather the 
 with a sword  wield with hate
 I shot down the sun with  and flame
  for the dead winter
 
 I am  unmaker
  pillorian...the ending
 I...die...
 I damn you the  winters...