The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud - Rest On Your Arms Reversed :: Untitled III | Текст песни

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• The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath A Cloud
• Rest On Your Arms Reversed :: Untitled III

No one ever commands twilight,
No one ever rules decay.
No one ever breaks the antlers
Of the unborn Silver Deer.

Forced by beauty they were singing,
Holding high the gorgeous flag.
Clear their eyes and clear their locks,
Marching over pure-blood fields.

Once there was this Time of Glory,
Now it's comming back to stay.
Young men, brothers, friends and lovers
Raise their heads and eyes for Hail.

Sweet bitterness of lover's devotion
Flits over their rosy checks.
The beauty of disdain is fuel
In the motor of ordeal.

Love will stain them, stay together,
Love won't tear the boys apart.
Young men never cease their idols,
Young men allways wild at heart.