 | Pale Folklore (8 Titles) |
Number of Lyrics in Album : 8
By Agalloch, The shallow voice of the wind
Cries between these ebony wings
The
By Agalloch, There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors
A beauty so
By Agalloch, Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
Let
By Agalloch, Oh dismal mourning
I open my weary eyes once again
My life
By Agalloch, She is the dark one
As a bird I watched her
From
By Agalloch, I saw the nightfall
It called to me like a river
By Agalloch, It was in this haunted place
Under a moonless cloak of
By Agalloch, [Instrumental]