Drops of rain are lashing faces of misery

He is lying, he is no alive, not dead

He is not in a dream, not awake

Staring at the moon

Like a lonely tramp

By the deep rivers shore

Those three pretty faces on the cover

Of the moon

Daughters of the moon

They went to better side of reality

Daughters of the moon

Crying and weeping like those filthy

Angels in the doom

You were so pretty, so soft

I had to satisfy my lust

Please forgive me

I can't heal myself

I am on your grace

Staring at the moon

Like a lonely tramp

By the deep rivers shore

Daughters of the moon

They went to better side of reality

Daughters of the moon

Crying and weeping like those filthy

Angels in the doom

Daughters of the moon

Gave him a tender touch and something more

Daughters of the moon

Killed him by the deep rivers shore

Daughters of the moon

They went to better side of reality

Daughters of the moon

Crying and weeping like those filthy

Angels in the doom