Theatres Des Vampires Macabria
In the night... when the stars sing litany of horror
I raise the chalice... full of blood to the dark moon
that announces the death
In the dismal smiles... by the rotten mouth, painted eyes
like a black pitch
A shout rises from beyond... from beyond "the death is
near... the death has arrived"
The singer with its tormented voice sings hymns of
pain... pain...
The mad painter and its brush paints walls and windows
black
Flowers fade... as she'd pass... when the bells over the
ancient church ring midnight...
Strange figures rise from the fog...
Like a funeral party... the children plays with old
buried skulls...
The clown that never smiles kisses the woman with two
heads