Текст песни Unknown Artist - Сквозь расстояния

Through the distance to the living light
Against the current, against the wind
Against doubt, against fear
People are moving their target is the block

Don't be afraid of pain, people invented it
They want blood or sun on a platter
Their path to power or to the grave
The petty passions of the colossus have given birth

Miserable carrion circles above the bodies
Not dead yet, but no longer with us
The dead are not with us - forgotten by the enemies
Left to rot under the rays of glory

Their shadows fit the treacherous road
To torment us a little last
Forgotten passions they return to us
Let them play the illusion of passion