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...