Untitled III by The Moon Lay Hidden Beneath a Cloud Lyrics

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 coming 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 chain them, stay together
Love won't tear the boys apart
Young men never cease their idols
Young men always wild at heart