Metal
You Were But a Ghost In My Arms
by Agalloch
Release Date:
2002-08-13
Lyrics
Like snowfall
You cried 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
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