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In the middle of the night when the full moon is in the sky. |
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He is stalking through the forest searching sad clowns. |
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They have stolen the head of |
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Christ! and now he wants revenge! |
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Christ is wandering in the evil night with an axe in his hand. |
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He is looking for his head without truce, the darkness of his universe of death. |
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A hyperbolic force acts on the figure of headless christ. |
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The night is bleeding to bless the victims on their way. |
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This is the curse of headless |
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Christ! The curse of headless |
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Christ! This is the curse of headless |
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Christ! The curse of headless |
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Christ! I trust in the night of death, |
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I trust in the curse of |
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Christ! All is black, in this world all is cruelty in this wood. |
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Heaven is crying bloody tears to consecrate lost souls. |
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Blood on the frozen lake! |
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Blood on the neglected humanity! |
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He is looking for his head without truce, the darkness of his universe of death. |
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A hyperbolic force acts on the figure of |
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I headless christ. |
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The night is bleeding to bless the victims on their way. |
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This is the curse of headless |
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Christ! The curse of headless |
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Christ! This is the curse of headless |
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Christ! The curse of headless |
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Christ! |
