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