Текст песни ...as Orphans Drifting in a Desert Night - Nargaroth
                                                Under 
                                                the 
                                                nocturnal 
                                                panoply 
                                                of 
                                                stars
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                unfurled 
                                                our 
                                                fragile 
                                                dreams.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                crystal 
                                                silence 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Mojave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Held 
                                                her 
                                                protective 
                                                hand 
                                                o′ 
                                                o'er 
                                                us.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                night 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                like 
                                                orphans
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                know 
                                                their 
                                                mothers 
                                                name.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                numbed 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                wine 
                                                of 
                                                Babylon
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                redefined 
                                                the 
                                                constellations.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Foolish 
                                                we 
                                                thought 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                safe
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                only 
                                                we 
                                                would 
                                                just 
                                                believe 
                                                it 
                                                so 
                                                hard.
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                dirge 
                                                of 
                                                hope 
                                                we 
                                                held 
                                                on 
                                                so 
                                                tightly
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                which 
                                                we 
                                                eventually 
                                                vanished.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                our 
                                                lightness 
                                                drowned
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                Stella 
                                                Artois 
                                                and 
                                                Menthol 
                                                Cigarettes,
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                buried 
                                                our 
                                                rags
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                false 
                                                pride 
                                                under 
                                                Orion′s 
                                                arc 
                                                light.!
 
                                    
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