Song | In the Shadow of Our Pale Companion |
Artist | Agalloch |
Album | The Mantle |
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[02:14.417] | Through vast valleys I wander |
[02:19.471] | To the highest peaks |
[02:22.498] | On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape |
[02:31.921] | In search of God, in spite of man |
[02:38.925] | 'til the lost forsaken endless |
[02:42.981] | This is where I choose to tread |
[02:47.694] | Fall… so shall we fall into the nihil? |
[03:00.142] | The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale |
[03:08.314] | In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us |
[03:22.090] | Here is the landscape |
[03:26.244] | Here is the sun |
[03:30.499] | Here in the balance of the earth |
[03:38.754] | As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand |
[03:47.018] | The fire in my heart is forged across the land |
[03:55.444] | Here at the edge of this world |
[03:59.616] | Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone |
[04:10.687] | If this grand panorama before me is what you call God |
[04:23.707] | Then God is not dead |
[08:19.868] | I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done |
[08:41.767] | An offering of crimson flowed into the water below |
[08:53.347] | A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away |
[09:02.094] | like every hope I've ever had |
[09:11.781] | like every dream I've ever known |
[09:21.377] | It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world |
[09:33.371] | From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea |
[12:35.104] | Here is the landscape |
[12:39.269] | Here is the sun |
[12:43.496] | Here at the edge of the earth |
[12:51.701] | As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand |
[12:59.783] | My heathen pride is scarred across the land |
[02:14.417] | Through vast valleys I wander |
[02:19.471] | To the highest peaks |
[02:22.498] | On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape |
[02:31.921] | In search of God, in spite of man |
[02:38.925] | ' til the lost forsaken endless |
[02:42.981] | This is where I choose to tread |
[02:47.694] | Fall so shall we fall into the nihil? |
[03:00.142] | The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale |
[03:08.314] | In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us |
[03:22.090] | Here is the landscape |
[03:26.244] | Here is the sun |
[03:30.499] | Here in the balance of the earth |
[03:38.754] | As I' m stalked by the shadow of death' s hand |
[03:47.018] | The fire in my heart is forged across the land |
[03:55.444] | Here at the edge of this world |
[03:59.616] | Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone |
[04:10.687] | If this grand panorama before me is what you call God |
[04:23.707] | Then God is not dead |
[08:19.868] | I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done |
[08:41.767] | An offering of crimson flowed into the water below |
[08:53.347] | A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away |
[09:02.094] | like every hope I' ve ever had |
[09:11.781] | like every dream I' ve ever known |
[09:21.377] | It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world |
[09:33.371] | From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea |
[12:35.104] | Here is the landscape |
[12:39.269] | Here is the sun |
[12:43.496] | Here at the edge of the earth |
[12:51.701] | As I' m stalked by the shadow of death' s hand |
[12:59.783] | My heathen pride is scarred across the land |
[02:14.417] | Through vast valleys I wander |
[02:19.471] | To the highest peaks |
[02:22.498] | On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape |
[02:31.921] | In search of God, in spite of man |
[02:38.925] | ' til the lost forsaken endless |
[02:42.981] | This is where I choose to tread |
[02:47.694] | Fall so shall we fall into the nihil? |
[03:00.142] | The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale |
[03:08.314] | In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us |
[03:22.090] | Here is the landscape |
[03:26.244] | Here is the sun |
[03:30.499] | Here in the balance of the earth |
[03:38.754] | As I' m stalked by the shadow of death' s hand |
[03:47.018] | The fire in my heart is forged across the land |
[03:55.444] | Here at the edge of this world |
[03:59.616] | Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone |
[04:10.687] | If this grand panorama before me is what you call God |
[04:23.707] | Then God is not dead |
[08:19.868] | I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done |
[08:41.767] | An offering of crimson flowed into the water below |
[08:53.347] | A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away |
[09:02.094] | like every hope I' ve ever had |
[09:11.781] | like every dream I' ve ever known |
[09:21.377] | It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world |
[09:33.371] | From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea |
[12:35.104] | Here is the landscape |
[12:39.269] | Here is the sun |
[12:43.496] | Here at the edge of the earth |
[12:51.701] | As I' m stalked by the shadow of death' s hand |
[12:59.783] | My heathen pride is scarred across the land |