Agalloch - You Were but a Ghost in My Arms lyrics
[Agalloch - You Were but a Ghost in My Arms lyrics]
Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm
Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall
(Amber nectar, misery ichor)
Cascading in streams of hallowed form
For each stain, a forsaken shadow
You are the lugubrious spirit
Etched in the oak of wonder
You are the sullen voice and silent storm
Each night I lay
Awakened by her shivering silent voice
From the shapes in the corridor walls
It pierces the solitude like that
Of a distant scream
In the pitch-black forest of my delusion
With each passing day, a deeper grave
"Why did you leave me to die?
Why did you abandon me?
Why did you walk away
And leave me bitterly yearning?"
Her haunting, contorted despair
Was etched into the wood's grain
Though fire rages within me
No fire burns fiercer than her desire
The shape whispers my name
I damn this oak! I damn her sorrow!
I damn these oaken corridors that bear the
Ghosts of those I've thrown away!
Though tempted I am to
Caress her texture divine
And taste her pain sweet
Sweet like brandy wine
I must burn these halls, these corridors
And silence her shrill
Tormenting voice forever
Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm
No tears stain this dust in my hands
But from this ashen gray, her voice still
Whispers my name
You were the lugubrious spirit
Who haunted the oak of wonder
You were the geist that warned
This frozen silent storm
You were but a ghost in my arms
Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall
(Amber nectar, misery ichor)
Cascading in streams of hallowed form
For each stain, a forsaken shadow
You are the lugubrious spirit
Etched in the oak of wonder
You are the sullen voice and silent storm
Each night I lay
Awakened by her shivering silent voice
From the shapes in the corridor walls
It pierces the solitude like that
Of a distant scream
In the pitch-black forest of my delusion
With each passing day, a deeper grave
"Why did you leave me to die?
Why did you abandon me?
Why did you walk away
And leave me bitterly yearning?"
Her haunting, contorted despair
Was etched into the wood's grain
Though fire rages within me
No fire burns fiercer than her desire
The shape whispers my name
I damn this oak! I damn her sorrow!
I damn these oaken corridors that bear the
Ghosts of those I've thrown away!
Though tempted I am to
Caress her texture divine
And taste her pain sweet
Sweet like brandy wine
I must burn these halls, these corridors
And silence her shrill
Tormenting voice forever
Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm
No tears stain this dust in my hands
But from this ashen gray, her voice still
Whispers my name
You were the lugubrious spirit
Who haunted the oak of wonder
You were the geist that warned
This frozen silent storm
You were but a ghost in my arms