Beyond the Forest - Theatres Des Vampires

A golden mask that hides the spirit of metamorphosis, his empty and dark glance is without expression Fluent back hair frames his freezing face;the dark cloak c

There's a dark way in the ancient wood Where the ghosts and the dead walk She has enchanted eyes; she has the power of hell Witch... unholy witch... witch... un

I'm son of this darkness Slave and master of never Ending pain and pleasure This dream whips my mind And the creatures are part Of it causing me this carnal dre

All is dancing around the evil's eye clowns in black on the cart are throwing bits of flesh Evil dolls without mouths are singing a symphony of death witches ar

Unholy bloody f**king suckers I'm your nightmare, your damnation This night we rise to suck your blood! This night we rise to f**k your soul! Danse, danse, dans

Every year we celebrate the mourning day... Every year we can change our smile in tears In this dismal day you can give vent to your hate and pain... [Part 2] T

Majestic with his dark beauty full of pain under the sky he stays and is wandering in the lust night He is looking for the next victim the next lost soul fallen