Win Peter Winters - Ocean Of The Dead текст песни

facing toward the setting sun,
I’ve come so far and now it’s done.
Heaving my last breath upon this earth

lifted to the blinding light
my soul a little paper kite,
body lying lifeless in the weeds

a rushing noise comes all around
a sweet and gentle hymnal sound
Caressing and depressing my senses

it surges toward a single note
the work of no mortal throat
unending song of time and space

their faces and their hearts appear
my darling’s smile filled with cheer
floating on the ocean of the dead