🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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