Agalloch - A desolation song

Here I sit^G at the fire^F Liquor's bitter flames w^Carm my languid s^G6oul ^Am Here I drink alone^G and remember ^F A graven life, the s^Ctain of her m^Em7emory ^Am In this cup,^G love's poison ^F For love is the po^Cison of l^G6ife ^Am Tip the cup,^G feed the fire^F, And forget about u^Cseless fucking h^Em7ope. . .

^AmLost in the de^Em7solation of l^Gove ^Am The pa^Gssions we r^Feap and s^Amow Lost in the de^Em7solation of l^Gife ^Am This p^Gath that we w^Falk. .^Am .

Here's to love,^G the sickness ^F The great ma^Crtyr of the s^G6oul ^Am Here's to life,^G the vice ^F The great h^Cerald of m^Em7isery ^Am In this cup,^G spiritus frumenti ^F For this is the n^Cectar of the sp^Em7irit ^Am Quench the thirst,^G drown the sorrow ^F And forget about c^Cold yes^Em7terdays. . .

^AmLost in the de^Em7solation of l^Gove ^Am The pa^Gssions we r^Feap and s^Amow Lost in the de^Em7solation of l^Gife ^Am This p^Gath that we w^Falk. .^Am .

^AmLost in the de^Em7solation of l^Gove ^Am The so^Grrows we re^Fap and so^Amw Lost in the de^Em7solation of l^Gife ^Am This p^Gath that we w^Falk. .^Am .