Primal Beauty of Silence Songtext
von Këkht Aräkh

Bringing back to mountain cold
Biting frost of soundless fields
Cutting up leftover breath
(The) Silence (is) sowing its seeds


Wading through the forest, touching fiber of the fog
My lips (are) praising primal beauty without any words
Suddenly she put her finger on my shivering mouth
Licked by the moonlight, left me in a silence

Suddenly she put her finger on my shivering mouth
Licked by the moonlight, left me in a silence

Bringing back to mountain cold
Biting frost of soundless fields
Cutting up leftover breath
(The) Silence sowed its seeds