Agalloch

The water pours its embracing arms around the stone
Decay drips from the uniquet void where the ice forms, where life ends
The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed
The red ride 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