You Were But A Ghost In My Arms Lyrics

Agalloch - You Were But A Ghost In My Arms Lyrics

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You Were But A Ghost In My Arms Lyrics

Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . .Amber nectar, misery ichor. . .cascading in streams of hallowed formFor each stain, a forsaken shadowYou are the lugubrious spiritEtched in the oak of wonderYou are the sullen voice and silent stormEach night I layAwakened by her shivering silent voiceFrom the shapes in the corridor walls.It pierces the solitude like that of a distant screamIn the pitch-black forest of my delusion. . .With each passing day, a deeper grave. . ."Why did you leave me to die?""Why did you abandon me?""Why did you walk away and leave me bitterly yearning?"Her haunting, contorted despair was etched into the wood's grainThough fire rages within me, no fire burns fiercer than her desireThe shape whispers my name. . .I damn this oak!I damn her sorrow!I damn these oaken corridorsThat bear the ghosts of those I've thrown away!Though tempted I am to caress her texture divineAnd taste her pain sweet, sweet like brandy wine;I must burn these halls, these corridorsAnd silence her shrill, tormenting voice. . .forever. . .Like snowfall, you cried a silent stormNo tears stain this dust in my handsBut from this ashen gray, her voice stillWhispers my name. . .You were the lugubrious spiritWho haunted the oak of wonderYou were the geist that warned this frozen silent stormYou were but a ghost in my arms

Agalloch You Were But A Ghost In My Arms