Motorhead - R. A.M. O.N. E.S. (Live)

From afar Apollo heard the voice of his daughter. He hurries to her and, coming closer, looks at her grief, full of compassion. Then it touches the tree with its all-healing hand, and suddenly a trembling passes through the trunk, the dried up juices rush to the branches; young foliage is already beginning to break through, white flowers are blooming, filling the air with a divine aroma. On the branches - for is there anything impossible for the gods? - beautiful, rounded fruits appear; there are nine of them, according to the number of sister muses; they grow and fill, gradually changing the green color of adolescence to the bright golden color of youth. The poem ended with the following lines: