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
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
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Slaughter Of The Soul
To Drink From The Night Itself
At War with Reality
Mais ouvidas de At the gates
ver todas as músicas- The Night Eternal
- Raped By The Light Of Christ
- Death And The Labyrinth
- Kingdom Gone
- Slaughter Of The Soul
- World Of Lies
- Nausea
- Terminal Spirit Disease
- The Conspiracy Of The Blind
- The Head Of The Hydra
- City Of Screaming Statues
- Claws Of Laughter Dead
- El Altar Del Dios Desconocido
- Forever Blind
- Stardrowned
- The Book of Sand (The Abomination)
- The Chasm
- The Swarm
- To Drink From The Night Itself
- A Stare Bound In Stone