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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 |