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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
you are the sullen voice and silent storm
Each night i lay
awakened by her shivering silent voice
from the shapes in the corridor walls.
it pierces the solitude like that of a distant scream
in the pitch-black forest of my delusion. . .
With each passing day, a deeper grave. . .
andquot;why did you leave me to die?andquot;
andquot;why did you abandon me?andquot;
andquot;why did you walk away and leave me bitterly yearning?andquot;
Her haunting, contorted despair was etched into the woodand's grain
though fire rages within me, no fire burns fiercer than her desire
the shape whispers my name. . .
I damn this oak!
i damn her sorrow!
i damn these oaken corridors
that bear the ghosts of those iand've thrown away!
Though tempted i am to caress her texture divine
and taste her pain sweet, sweet like brandy wine;
i must burn these halls, these corridors
and silence her shrill, tormenting voice
. . .forever. . .
Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm
no tears stain this dust in my hands
but from this ashen gray, her voice still
whispers my name. . .
You were the lugubrious spirit
who haunted the oak of wonder
you were the geist that warned this frozen silent storm
you were but a ghost in my arms
Agalloch
You Were But A Ghost In My Arms
You Were But A Ghost In My Arms
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
you are the sullen voice and silent storm
Each night i lay
awakened by her shivering silent voice
from the shapes in the corridor walls.
it pierces the solitude like that of a distant scream
in the pitch-black forest of my delusion. . .
With each passing day, a deeper grave. . .
andquot;why did you leave me to die?andquot;
andquot;why did you abandon me?andquot;
andquot;why did you walk away and leave me bitterly yearning?andquot;
Her haunting, contorted despair was etched into the woodand's grain
though fire rages within me, no fire burns fiercer than her desire
the shape whispers my name. . .
I damn this oak!
i damn her sorrow!
i damn these oaken corridors
that bear the ghosts of those iand've thrown away!
Though tempted i am to caress her texture divine
and taste her pain sweet, sweet like brandy wine;
i must burn these halls, these corridors
and silence her shrill, tormenting voice
. . .forever. . .
Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm
no tears stain this dust in my hands
but from this ashen gray, her voice still
whispers my name. . .
You were the lugubrious spirit
who haunted the oak of wonder
you were the geist that warned this frozen silent storm
you were but a ghost in my arms
