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