Текст (слова) песни: At The Gates - Primal Breath

Look the herons in the greenbilled water
Their wet-ash wings wear medalions of patience
We drift on...
We have stories as old as the great seas
Break through the chest
Flying out the mouth
Noisy toungues that once were silenced
All the oceans we contian, coming to light

All the dark birds rush from the river
Leaving only the stillness of their language
There are no clocks to measure time
But the beating of our single hearts
You will know it is winter
By the way your dreams tremble like stones
When the wind comes through
The wind, full of hearts that beat quick and strong

Другие песни At The Gates:

Beyond Good And Evil
Blood Of The Sunsets
City of Screaming Statues
Claws of Laughter Dead
Ever - Opening Flower
Kingdom Gone
Neverwhere
Night Comes, Blood-Black
Non - Divine
Primal Breath
Raped By The Light Of Christ
Stardrowned
The Architects
The Break Of Autumn
The Burning Darkness
The Red in the Sky Is Ours/The Season to Come
The Scar
Through Gardens of Grief
Through The Red
Windows
Within