Agalloch - Of Stone, Wind And Pillor lyrics

...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 f**ing 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)]