🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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