
One-Picture Video of Agallch's "You Were But a Ghost in My Arms". Enjoy. Band Website: www.agalloch.org Encyclopaedia Metallum: www.metal-archives.com Myspace: www.myspace.com Record Label - The End Records www.theendrecords.com Record Label - Vendlus Records www.vendlus.com Record Label - Profound Lore Records www.profoundlorerecords.com 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 the 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... Why did you leave me to die? Why did you abandon me? Why did you walk away, And leave me bitterly yearning? Her haunting, contorted despair was etched into the wood'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 the sorrow. I, damn these oaken corridors, That bear the ghosts of those I'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 <b>...</b>
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