At The Gates Primal Breath Metal

From their 1993 Album With Fear I Kiss the Burning Darkness Look the herons in the greenbilled water Their wetash wings wear medalions of patience We drift 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 wil