You\'ve no mother to feed you
or to lick your so deep wounds
nor Earth where to laid your timid crown
You\'ve suffered by your father
and even Moon lies to you
When she shines...

The seduction af 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 teras at the lady\'s hand
Kissed were breasts with your sharpened face
Given 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...