Moonspell Of Dream And Drama
(Minight Ride) You¹ve no mother to feed you or to lick your so deep wounds nor Earth where to lay your timid crown You¹ve suffered by 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 lady¹s 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...
