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...