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- Tomorrow Will Never Come
- A Poem By Yeats
- I Am The Wooden Doors
- Dead Winter Days
- The Wilderness
- Of Stone, Wind And Pillor
- In The Shadow Of Our Pale Companion
- She Painted Fire Across The Skyline
- The Melancholy Spirit
- Kneel To The Cross
Dead Winter Days Lyrics by Agalloch
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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...
[Music by Haughm/Anderson/J. William W. (2/97 - 11/98)]
