🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Dead Winter Days - Agalloch

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