The Curse of Headless Christ

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