Hallways Of Enchanted Ebony Lyrics - Pale Folklore - Agalloch

Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips 

Let the cold blood flow on it's own... 

Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul 

Long forgotten... 

From which of this oak shall I hang myself? 

These ebon halls are always dark... 

From which frostbitten bough shall I die? 

As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil 

As cold as her whisper and chilling gown 

No corridors of life and beauty 

These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night 

Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble 

These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death 

A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now 

Hear this call... 

Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates 

Whispers... 

As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death 

As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears 

No corridors of life and beauty 

No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world 

It was the light's end 

[Music by Haughm (12/97 - 2/98)]