Black Horse - Impure Wilhelmina

Moon

Silver mother

Gleaming on gleaming on gleaming on

The wolves and thieves, the soil and me

We have a strong request for thee

The rain and wind, the dead and me

We have a strong demand for thee

Leave us alone

Turn away from this world

Leave us alone

Turn away from this world

Let thy silver light

Fade out

And teach the people what darkness means

It means riding a great black horse