Dead winter days

There lies a beauty behind forbidden wooden doors
a beauty so rare and pure, it would make human eyes bleed and burn...
...she killed herself in the fall...
I am the unmaker, i bring death to the beautiful dawn
with pillor, cold, and a legion of dying angels...
...i killed myself in the spring...
A grim bough had hung me high
i sank the fires of the sol
here, nightfall reigns
I oppose the light
i gather the storms
with a sword i wield with hate
i shot down the sun with bow and flame
pillorian for the dead winter
I am the unmaker
the pillorian...the ending
i...die...
i damn you the dead winters...