作词 : Langsuylar, Moonspell | |
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... |
zuo ci : Langsuylar, Moonspell | |
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... |
zuò cí : Langsuylar, Moonspell | |
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... |