Mare of My Night - Týr

The cold of night falls on a fleeting evening’s air

As I lie down beside the sweet scent of her hair

The night steels inside and soon I sail the seas of sleep

Where ancient shadows slither in the darkened deep

My goddess withdrew and a nightmare came true

The mare of my night

Painfully she lies upon me

In my darkest hour she is there

A religious rite

Lustfully she goes down on me

In her eyes I see the fires flare

The mare of my night

Terror takes me now she rides me like a mare

I slide in ever deeper sweat-drenched in despair

I pray she won’t play the painful passage on my flute

She sucked me dry and left me nameless in the nude

My goddess withdrew and a nightmare came true

The mare of my night

Painfully she lies upon me

In my darkest hour she is there

A religious rite

Lustfully she goes down on me

In her eyes I see the fires flare

The mare of my night

My goddess withdrew and a nightmare came true

The mare of my night

Painfully she lies upon me

In my darkest hour she is there

A religious rite

Lustfully she goes down on me

In her eyes I see the fires flare

The mare of my night