🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

 There  a beauty 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 to the beautiful 
 With pillor, cold,  a legion of dying angels...
 
  killed myself in the spring...
 
 A grim  had hung me high
  sank the fires of the Sol
 Here,  reigns
 
 I oppose the 
 I gather the 
 with a sword I wield with 
 I shot down the  with bow and flame
 Pillorian  the dead winter
 
 I  the unmaker
  pillorian...the ending
 I...die...
 I  you the dead winters...