A Nightride with the Moon

Among the stars flies the witch of the night She the queen of funeral might A white shape drove back the shades Her pale light kingly went ahead Smell of steel inside the forge Smell of death soon or late She danced a deadly rite Seducing the innocent child “Luna, enterrador de nardos Soy una estrella, llevame al dominio cetelleando de la noche” La mano en la mano, el nino ciego se va con la muerte Then the Gypsies came back to the forge The smell of death invading the air The Gypsies looked down to her Cursing the night forever The Night is complice for assassination The Howl is the mute with the sharpened cry Break through the welkin like a nail on a cross Cursing the Night forever The Night is complice for assassination The Howl is the mute with the sharpened cry Break through the welkin like a nail on a cross Cursing the Mankind forever