Of Stone, Wind And Pillor Lyrics - Singles - Agalloch

...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)]