Pale Folklore

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

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

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

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