You've no mother to feed you
or to lick your so deep wounds
nor Earth where to lay your father

and even the Moon lies to you
When she shines


The seduction of an altar
Is a weakness in her movements of Death
It is a mere vanity of Woman

to delay her midnight ride
Suicide... Midnight ride...
Beautiful dagger you may now leave your case

Wild red tears at the lady's hand
Kissed were her breasts with your sharpened face
Given is now what Love had taken

Death and Love, they together danced

Yes, the flames did smile to her

Invited her to their fiery peace
To a funebre dance around a bonfire
Where all Women are naked and alone

Immolating their pride
May they forever ride. Far, in a midnight crime
Midnight ride, Suicide, Midnight ride...