🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

 There lies a beauty behind  wooden doors
 A beauty so  and pure, it would make human eyes bleed and burn...
 
 ...She killed herself in  fall...
 
 I am the unmaker, I bring death to  beautiful dawn
  pillor, cold, and a legion of dying angels...
 
 ...I killed  in the spring...
 
 A grim  had hung me high
  sank the fires of the Sol
 Here,  reigns
 
 I oppose  light
 I gather the 
 with a sword  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...