🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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