🎵 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 eyes bleed  burn...
 
 ...She killed herself in the 
 
 I am the unmaker, I bring  to the beautiful dawn
 With pillor, cold, and  legion of dying angels...
 
  killed myself in the spring...
 
 A grim bough had hung me 
 I sank  fires of the Sol
  nightfall reigns
 
 I oppose  light
 I gather  storms
  a sword I wield with hate
 I shot down the sun with bow  flame
 Pillorian for the  winter
 
 I am  unmaker
  pillorian...the ending
 I...die...
  damn you the dead winters...