A desolation song
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 cup, feed the fire,
And forget about useless hope
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 fire,
And forget about useless hope
Lost in the desolation of love
The passions we reap and sow
Lost in the desolation of life
This path that we walk. . .
Here's to love, the sickness
The great martyr of the soul
Here's to life, the vice
The great herald of misery
In this cup, spiritus frumenti
For this is the nectar of the spirit
Quench the thirst, drown the sorrow
And forget about cold yesterdays. . .
Lost in the desolation of love
The passions we reap and sow
Lost in the desolation of life
This path that we walk. . .
Lost in the desolation of love
The sorrows we reap and sow
Lost in the desolation of life
The path that we walk
Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor envie uma correção clicando aqui!
Mais ouvidas de Agalloch
ver todas as músicas- To Drown
- The Astral Dialogue
- The Wilderness
- The Melancholy Spirit
- Black Lake Nidstång
- Faustian Echoes
- Summerisle Reprise
- And The Great Cold Death Of The Earth
- Ghosts Of The Midwinter Fires
- Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony
- Dead Winter Days
- Falling Snow
- The Hawthorne Passage
- Tomorrow Will Never Come
- Isle Of Summer
- A Desolation Song
- Vales Beyond Dimension
- Sowilo Rune
- Dark Matter Gods
- Of Stone, Wind And Pillor