Agalloch

I have arrived at the corridor of infinity; the great hall where the ages are kept Behind ancient ash and primordial iron The past is a mirror...aeons exist in a myriad cast The vale before me; my own reflection Another stands at the doorway of the m

There are ghosts in every hallway In every room, behind every door Peering through every window into the past Holding onto us in the bitterness of the mire Leaving a trace of themselves in the spaces in which they hide ...but there are no ghosts here

Lord Summerisle: "Now, those children out there, they're jumping through the flames in the hope that the god of the fire will make them fruitful. Really, you can't blame them. After all, what girl would not prefer the child of a god to that of some a

You gonna kill? See I still have this.. this male aggression thing and I dunno if you're gonna kill me, i dunno enough's enough. Cos we were getting 20 gunshots that night and I couldn't figure out where they were coming from I went out everybody was

Written in the waters... [voice of the dead:] "Our shadows seep into the dusk like cranes that melt into the pool; a black lake in which they descend pale ghosts caress the Nidstång in the dark its face scarred by the ages, its curse sent with heathe

Agalloch Miscellaneous A Celebration For The Death Of Man... [Instrumental] 专辑:The Mantle 歌手:Agalloch 歌曲:A Celebration for the Death of Man...

Agalloch Miscellaneous The Lodge [Instrumental] 专辑:The Mantle 歌手:Agalloch 歌曲:The Lodge

Towers... Deity forged architecture Swirling in and out of form Enveloped in the arms of dark matter Towers...mercurial and flowing... My work is done Pillars... From an antediluvian bane Collapsing in and out of form Embodied in a cradle of absence

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 woods I yearn for your embrace, spirit

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 always dark... From which frostbitten

Agalloch Miscellaneous Odal [Instrumental] 专辑:The Mantle 歌手:Agalloch 歌曲:Odal

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 time is a whisper that echoes acros

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 shell of lost hope When the voice of pride has been silenced

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 Will this pain ever pass? The enchant

[Dialogue in Spanish at the end:] [Girl:] Yo morire y nadie se acordara de mi. Yo morire y nadie se acordara de mi... de mi. [Man:] Si, Lisa. Yo me acordare de ti e ire a verte al cementerio con una flor y un perro. Y en tu funeral cantare... en voz

Agalloch-----Not Unlike The Waves favor *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Aurora swims in the ether Emerald fire scars the night sky *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Amber streams from Sol Are not unlike the waves of the sea Nor the endless horizon of ice *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Aurora swims

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 at the end of time Where death sleeps and dreams of your buried pain There has

Blue textures cascade downward to the base of the monolith Like brush strokes on a canvas of souls Two arms reach out a cloak of silent nihil Revenants untouched by the scythe They are lost in the dark woods of time Aloft in the landscape that you ha

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 spirit Etched in the oak of wonder Yo

Instrumental 专辑:Pale Folklore 歌手:Agalloch 歌曲:The Misshapen Steed