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 this universe of death
A hypnotic force acts on the figure of headless Christ...
The night is bleding to bless the victims on their way
This is 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 lost souls
Blood on the frozen lake! Blood on the neglected humanity!
Every nigth in the silent of brushwood, you can hear!
Like an hammer, his step!
Looking into the heart of light where the silence
Invades ma I can't escape from this curse