Agalloch - Of Stone, Wind, And Pillor Lyrics
...It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world,lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird...Is this life the pillor I must bear?To grow in this wretched world?...With hate each day I burn...The birds above, they ride the windsAnd from each piercing talon dangles a soulThe stone awaits my fallUpon a grave I dug myselfThe birds sing their requiemsPlease lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless nightLet me dig my own graveLet me, oh precious noose of mineYou are my mother, whose womb around my neckGrants me a world of cold nihilityAn endless winter nightA bitter, black frozen hellFor meForever!Is this the pillor I must bear?To die on this *****ing world?...With hate I die and burn...The birds above, they caress the windsThey lend me the wisdom to fly...[Written by J. Haughm ('97)]