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...