Тексты песен «Agalloch»

Life is a clay urn on the mantle And I am shattered on the floor Life is a clay urn on the mantle And I am scattered on the floor We are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth. . . "Earth is floating on...

Here I sit at the fire Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul Here I drink alone and remember A graven life, the stain of her memory In this cup, love's poison For love is the poison of life Tip the cup, feed the...

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 girl arose that had red mournful lips And seemed...

The shallow voice of the wind cries between these ebony wings The shallow cries of the wind sing a swansong for mankind Shine on morning skyfire ablaze this final day The autumnal end, the dawn of man The...

The birch tree in winter Leaning over the secret pool Is Narcissus in love With the slight white branches, The slim trunk, In the dark glass; But, Spring coming on, Is afraid, And scarfs the white limbs In...

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...

Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips Let the cold blood flow on it's own... Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul Long forgotten... From which of this oak shall I hang myself? These ebon halls are...

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 soul is a cold and haunted shall of lost hope When the...

Through vast valleys I wonder To the highest peaks On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape In search of God, in spite of man 'til the lost forsaken endless. . . This is where I choose to tread Fall. . .so shall...

The jagged lines in these wooden hands Speak of a silent aeon below the depths Of an austere ebon tide For centuries kingdoms have risen Upon the ancient hands of a god Once severed for the world's birth A...

[Sol Invictus cover] Give us our bread and bury our dead And kneel to the cross on the wall Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake Just kneel to the cross on the wall We've original sin, but we might just...

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, severed and forgotten The texture of...

...It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world, lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird... Is this life the pillor I must bear? To grow in this wretched world? ...With hate each day I...

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 sleep but no catharsis was granted to me...

Life is a clay urn on the mantle And I am shattered on the floor Life is a clay urn on the mantle And I am scattered on the floor We are the wounds and the great cold death of the earth. . . "Earth is floating on the...

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 Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak...

It was when I realized that life has no meaning no purpose, no quarry ...no answeres... And all the dreary night that had befallen across the land I slipped into a revery a web of human hand You longed to...

...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 this life I hate Destroy this life, this life I hate...

Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . . Amber nectar, misery ichor . . .cascading in streams of hallowed form For each stain, a forsaken shadow You are the lugubrious...