🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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