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 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 his universe of death.
A hyperbolic force acts on the figure of headless Christ.
The night is bleeding to bless the victims on their way.
This is the curse of headless Christ!
The curse of headless Christ!
This is the curse of headless Christ!
The curse of headless Christ!
I trust in the night 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 the lost souls.
Blood on the frozen lake! Blood on the neglected humanity!
He is looking for his head without truce, the darkness of his universe of death.
A hyperbolic force acts on the figure of a headless Christ.
The night is bleeding to bless the victims on their way.
This is the curse of headless Christ!
The curse of headless Christ!
This is the curse of headless Christ!
The curse of headless Christ!
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
This is the curse of headless Christ!
The curse of headless Christ!
This is the curse of headless Christ!
The curse of headless Christ!