Ashes Against the Grain

The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion flood From a wound carved as an oath; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog These arms were meant to be lost! Hacked, severed and forgotten The texture of time is a whisper that echoes acros

Agalloch-----Not Unlike The Waves favor *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Aurora swims in the ether Emerald fire scars the night sky *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Amber streams from Sol Are not unlike the waves of the sea Nor the endless horizon of ice *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Aurora swims

The woeful silence and wind's reflection Of your body's pale ode, an icy fortress of blood and ages Sky fire above, ice below the hearth Fall away from me to that citadel at the end of time Where death sleeps and dreams of your buried pain There has

Agalloch-----Falling Snow favor *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The water pours its embracing arms around the stone Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed The red tide beyond the ebon w