Agalloch. The Mantle. You Were But A Ghost In My Arms. Agalloch. Ο μανδύας. You Were Αλλά Ένα φάντασμα στην αγκαλιά μου.
... Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . . Amber nectar, misery ichor . . .cascading in streams of hallowed
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