The Memory of Her

The memory of her riding the black horse
Under the pale Moon on a black night
During the fight that soon would take her life
And leave me in this empty hall

Where I'm sweeping up the memories that I had of her
She hurt me so much in life I felt used and I suffered in disguise
When the truth came suddenly from my father
The pain turned to guilt and I wept and wept

Until I felt the memory of her riding the black horse
Under the pale Moon on a black night
During the fight that soon would take her life
And leave me in this empty hall

The memory of her riding the black horse
Under the pale Moon on a black night
During the fight that soon would take her life
And leave me in this empty hall