Agalloch - In the Shadow of Our Pale Companion
As I’m stalked by the shadow of death’s hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land
Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God…
Then God is not dead
Agalloch - Falling Snow
The snow, the bitter snowfall.
You want to die in her pale arms,
Crystalline…
To become an ode to silence.
In the soul of a mountain of birds,
Fallen…
Agalloch - Fire Above, Ice Below
What is it about Agalloch that makes me feel less like shit when I feel like shit?
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 never been a silence like this before
There will never be an ode like this again
