Dead Winter Days - Agalloch
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 unmaker I bring death to the beautiful dawn
With pillor cold and a legion of dying angels
I killed myself in the spring
A grim bough had hung me high
I sank the fires of the Sol
Here nightfall reigns
I oppose the light
I gather the storms
With a sword I wield with hate
I shot down the sun with bow and flame
Pillorian for the dead winter
I am the unmaker
The pillorian the ending
I die
I damn you the dead winters
Limbs - Agalloch以下歌词翻译由微信翻译提供The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion flood灵魂的质感就像一种液体，可以制造出如洪水一般的朱红色From a wound carved as an oath it fills the river...
A Desolation song - Agalloch Here I sit at the fire我坐在火堆前Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul美酒的苦涩化作火焰温暖着我疲倦的灵魂Here I drink alone and remember...