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...