🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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