Текст 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

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All the dark birds rush from the river
Leaving only the stillness of their language
There are no clocks to measure time

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