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At The Gates Primal Breath
Music: Alf/AT THE GATES Lyrics: Sloux-tribe poem Look the herons in the greenbilled water their wet-ash wings wear medallions of patience We drift on... [go?] We have stories as old as the great seas breaking through the chest Flying out the mouth Noisy tongues that once were silenced All the oceans we contain, coming to light [, 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 singing hearts [, sing hard] [go? We have stories as old as the great seas breaking through the chest Flying out the mouth Noisy tongues that once were silenced] You will know it is winter by the way you dreams tremble like stones when the wind comes through The wind, full of hearts that beat quick and strong [Noisy tongues that once were silenced All the oceans we contain, coming to light Primal breath]
