🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: A Desolation Song - Agalloch

 Here  sit at the fire
 Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid 
 Here  drink alone and remember
 A  life, the stain of her memory
 In this cup,  poison
 For love is the poison of 
 Tip the cup, feed  fire,
 And forget about useless 
 
 Lost in  desolation of love
 The passions we reap  sow
 Lost  the desolation of life
 This path that  walk...
 
 Here's to  the sickness
 The  martyr of the soul
 Here's  life, the vice
 The great herald of 
  this cup, spiritus frumenti
 For this is the nectar  the spirit
 Quench the  drown the sorrow
 And forget about  yesterdays...
 
 Lost in the  of love
 The  we reap and sow
  in the desolation of life
  path that we walk...
 Lost in  desolation of love
 The sorrows we reap  sow
 Lost in the desolation of 
 The  that we walk...