What the writer is trying to say is:
Just like the hunt by forest and
field
goes on with the hunting horn and
a desire to catch animals
the way people go through life
wanting impossible things
continues throughout your life
The sea's roar fills us so full
it hurts with pointless desire
the sea's roar and and the white
moon (the freedom of nature all in all)
And the red fire
Who can talk to me of reason (I
am way beyond reason)
I would have rather died in Cleopatra's
arms
Than I would want to be alive tonight