Falling Snow
Agalloch
The water pours its embracing arms 'round the stone
Decay drips from the unquiet void
Where the ice forms. Where life ends
The stone is by the crimson blood, swallowed
The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory
A wave to end all time
Red birds escape from my wounds
And return as falling snow
To sweep the landscape a wind haunted
Wings without bodies
The snow, the bitter snowfall
You long to die in her pale arms, crystalline
To become an ode to silence
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen
The cascading pallor
Of ghostless feather
The snow has fallen
And raised this white mountain
On which you will die
And fade away in silence
