🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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