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
 An hyperbolic force acts on figure of headless Christ
 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, 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!
 In the night, in the silence crushing, you can hear, like an hammer, his steps
 Looking through the haunted light, where the silence immerse me, I can't escape from this curse