Moonspell - Trebraruna

Trebraruna

Youve no mother to feed you or to lick your so deep wounds
nor Earth where to lay your timid crown
Youve 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 ladys hand
Kissed were her breasts with your sharpened face
Given is now what Love had taken death and Love, they to gether 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...