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Folk metal from portland, oregon.
from the album "pale folklore". the end 1999.
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...die...
i damn you the dead winters
| | Tags : Agalloch, Dead, Winter, Days, Pale, Folklore, folk, metal, black, doom, atmospheric, progressive, neo-folk, beautiful, nature, grey, dark, doomy |
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