The Curse of Headless Christ - Theatres Des Vampires

In the middle of the night when the full moon is in the sky.

He is stalking

through the forest searching for sad clowns

They have stolen the head of Christ!

And now he wants revenge!

Christ is

wandering in the evil night with an axe in his hand

He is looking for his head without truce.

The darkness of this universe is death

A hypnotic force acts of the figure of Headless Christ… The night is bleeding

to bless the victims on their way

This is the Curse of Headless Christ!

I trust in the night of death of death I trust in the Curse of Christ!

All is black in this world all is cruelty in this wood.

Heaven is crying bloody

tears to consecrate lost souls

Blood on the frozen lake!

Blood on the neglected humanity!

Every night in the silent of brushwood, you can hear!

Like a hammer, his step!

Looking into the heart of light where the silence invades me I can"

t escape from this curse