Agalloch - A Desolation Song

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Here I sit at the fire

Liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul

Here I drink alone and remember

A graven life, the stain of her memory

In this cup, love's poison

For love is the poison of life

Tip the cup, feed the fire,

And forget about useless hope. . .



Lost in the desolation of love

The passions we reap and sow

Lost in the desolation of life

This path that we walk. . .



Here's to love, the sickness

The great martyr of the soul

Here's to life, the vice

The great herald of misery

In this cup, spiritus frumenti

For this is the nectar of the spirit

Quench the thirst, drown the sorrow

And forget about cold yesterdays. . .



Lost in the desolation of love

The passions we reap and sow

Lost in the desolation of life

This path that we walk. . .

Lost in the desolation of love

The sorrows we reap and sow

Lost in the desolation of life

The path that we walk. . .