Agalloch - Ashes Against the Grain
Original Version Wooden box Version 2LP Version 1. Limbs 9:51 1. Limbs 9:51 1. Limbs 9:51 2. Falling snow 9:39 2. Falling snow 9:39 2. Falling snow 9:39 3. This White Mountain on Which You Will Die 1:39 3. This White Mountain on Which You Will Die 1:39 3. This White Mountain on Which You Will Die 1:39 4. Fire Above, Ice Below 10:29 4. Fire Above, Ice Below 10:29 4. Fire Above, Ice Below 10:29 5. Not Unlike the Waves 9:16 5. Not Unlike the Waves 9:16 5. Not Unlike the Waves 9:16 6. Our Fortress is Burning... I 5:26 6. Our Fortress is Burning... I 5:26 6. Our Fortress is Burning... I 5:26 7. Our Fortress is Burning... II 6:21 7. Our Fortress is Burning... II 6:21 7. Our Fortress is Burning... II 6:21 8. Our Fortress is Burning... III 7:10 8. Our Fortress is Burning... III 7:10 8. Our Fortress is Burning... III 7:10 9. Scars of the Shattered Sky (Our Fortress Has Burned to the Ground) 19:27 total time 59:51 total time 59:51 total time 1:19:16
1. Limbs The texture of the soul is a liquid that casts a vermilion flood From a wound carved as an oath; it fills the river bank a sanguine fog These arms were meant to be lost! Hacked, severed and forgotten The texture of time is a whisper that echoes across the flood It's hymn resonates from tree to tree, through every sullen bough it sings These boughs were said to be lost! Torn, unearthed and broken Earth to flesh, flesh to wood, cast these limbs into the water Flesh to wood, wood to stone, cast this stone into the water... 2. Falling Snow The water pours its embracing arms around the stone Decay drips from the unquiet void where the ice forms, where life ends The stone is by the crimson flood, 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 wish 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 3. This White Mountain On Which You Will Die [Instrumental] 4. Fire Above, Ice Below The woeful silence and wind's reflection Of your body's pale ode, an icy fortress of blood and ages Sky fire above, ice below the hearth Fall away from me to that citadel at the end of time Where death sleeps and dreams of your buried pain There has never been a silence like this before There will never be an ode like this again 5. Not Unlike The Waves Aurora swims in the ether Emerald fire scars the night sky Amber streams from Sol Are not unlike the waves of the sea Nor the endless horizon of ice Aurora swims in the ether Emerald fire paints the twilight Heidrun bleeds the golden nectar For the raising sun and the moon The midnight wolves who watch over the dawn Solstafir!!! 6. Our Fortress Is Burning... I [Instrumental] 7. Our Fortress Is Burning... II - Bloodbirds The god of man is a failure Our fortress is burning against the grain of the shattered sky Charred birds escape from the ruins and return as cascading blood Dying bloodbirds pooling, feeding the flood The god of man is a failure And all of our shadows are ashes against the grain 8. Our Fortress Is Burning... III - The Grain [Instrumental] Lyrics in plain text format