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