слова песни Exhumation - Passing Suns
Like passing suns in a desperate world
I passed through life watching the time
getting so old
Plunge in an elusive dream
seeking lost, places of my dying past
chasing my fate into a dreary sky
windows of pain permit me to fly
Like the wanton thoughts of the wind
I want to follow the restless circle of the sun
I want to veil my face
behind the secret side of the moon