A Desolation Song
by Agalloch
Here I sit at the fire, liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul. Here I drink alone and remember a graven life, the strain of her memory in this cup, love's poison. For love is the poison of life - tip the cup, feed the fire and forget about useless hope.🏁
Submitted by laimargue - 05/28/2026
Song Folk 5.17 Ranked
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A Desolation Song
by Agalloch
Here I sit at the fire, liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul. Here I drink alone and remember a graven life, the strain of her memory in this cup, love's poison. For love is the poison of life - tip the cup, feed the fire and forget about useless hope.🏁
Submitted by laimargue - 05/28/2026
Song Folk 5.17 Ranked