Agalloch - Dead Winter Days | Текст Иностранной Песни
There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors A beauty so rare and pure, it would make human eyes bleed and burn... ...She killed herself in the fall... I am the
Agalloch - This Old Cabin | Текст Иностранной Песни
...Blood on my hands... I walked in the shadows 'neth an azure midnight sky I walked in the shadows to abscond a life not my own I walked in the night
Agalloch - Faustian Echoes | Текст Иностранной Песни
[Faust:] "I, Johannes Faust, do call upon thee, Mephistopheles!" [Faust:] O growing Moon, didst thou but shine A last time on this pain of mine Behind this
Agalloch - She Painted Fire Across The Skyline | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oh dismal mourning... I open my weary eyes once again My life has been left hollow and ashes have filled the gorge of my within Last night I hoped and wished I'd die in my
Agalloch - Dark Matter Gods | Текст Иностранной Песни
Cast away in solitude between the divide of dimensions Frozen in timeless aura, a catalyst of colors The abyss... I was born in the fibers of oblivion; the saturnine keeper of
Agalloch - The Melancholy Spirit | Текст Иностранной Песни
It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs
Agalloch - A Poem By Yeats | Текст Иностранной Песни
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man's image and his cry. A
Agalloch - Fire Above, Ice Below | Текст Иностранной Песни
The woeful silence and wind's reflection Of your body's pale ode, an icy fortress of blood and ages Sky fire above, ice below the hearth Fall away from me to that citadel
Agalloch - Limbs | Текст Иностранной Песни
The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion flood From a wound carved as an oath; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog These arms were meant to be lost! Hacked,
Agalloch - I Am The Wooden Doors | Текст Иностранной Песни
When all is withered and torn And all has perished and fallen These great wooden doors shall remain closed. . . When the heart is a grave filled with blood And the