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 damn you the dead winters...
[Music by Haughm/Anderson/J. William W. (2/97 - 11/98)]
Lyrics taken from http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/agalloch/dead_winter_days.html