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 winds

And from each piercing talon dangles a soul

The stone awaits my fall

Upon a grave I dug myself

The birds sing their requiems

Please lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens,

Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless night

Let me dig my own grave

Let me, oh precious noose of mine

You are my mother, whose womb around my neck

Grants me a world of cold nihility

An endless winter night

A bitter, black frozen hell

For me

Forever!

Is this the pillor I must bear?

To die on this fucking world?

...With hate I die and burn...

The birds above, they caress the winds

They lend me the wisdom to fly...

[Written by J. Haughm ('97)]