the melancholy spirit

agalloch'un pale folklore albümünden muazzam bir şarkı.

it was in this haunted place
under a moonless cloak of ebony
i was drawn to the glow
of a young spiritess weeping in the woods

the blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs
have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods
i yearn for your embrace
spiritess of the melancholia
show me, again, your sweet face
enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether
lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death

she had spoken to the dawn
her words wisped in tongues of the wind

and then silence
pale clouds betrothed the dawn
black rain fell
the birds wore masks

the haunting stain of her woe
had burned itself into the oak
night had gone
bereaved, i was torn for her

one last time i witnessed her beauty in the distance
the arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown
swaying in the loathsome winter breeze
she faded before my eyes
since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight
and the melancholy rain still pours forever on

ilk dinleyişte insanı derinden sarsan, tabiri caiz ise amına koyan, yutkunmayı dahi insana yaptırmayacak kadar hüzün veren, fakat sonra yüzünde açılan bi tebessümle ''bu şarkı tam benlik'' dedirten enfes agalloch eseridir.