🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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