Тексты песен Agalloch

|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 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 lip

8. ...And The Great Cold Death Of The Earth 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

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 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 li

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 It

The water pours its embracing arms 'round the stone. Decay drips from the unquiet void. Where the ice forms. Where life ends. The stone is by the crimson blood, swallowed. The red tide beyond the ebon

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. Sky fire above, ice below the hearth. Fall away from me to t

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

[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

Дай нам наш хлеб, предай мёртвых земле И поклонись кресту на стене. Сожжён на костре или пьян вдрызг на заре- Поклонись кресту на стене. У нас грех первородный, но мы входим свободно, Если спросить у

The texture of the soul is a liquid That casts a vermillion 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 forgott

Aurora swims in the ether, Emerald fire scars the night sky. Sólstafir! Amber streams from Sol Are not unlike the waves Of the sea, nor the endless horizon of ice. Sólstafir! Aurora swims in the ethe

Agalloch — Our Fortress Is Burning... II — Bloodbirds The god of man is a failure. Our fortress is burning Against the grain of the shattered sky. Charred birds escape from the ruins And return as ca

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 g

She is the dark one... As a bird I watched her from my cold tower in the heavens and when she fell from the northplace, I flew down and embraced her I took her where the snow falls forever, she showed

Lord Summerisle: “And the ministers fled the island never to return. What my grandfather started out of expediency, my father continued out of love. He brought me up the same way: to reverence the mus

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

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 longe

They escaped the weight of darkness to forge a path into the marrow of the spirit They chose to drown in a deeper vacancy an emptyness that quells the null a pool for the forgotten They escaped the w