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NOTRE DAME LYRICS
"Le Théâtre du Vampire" (1999)
1. Le Théâtre du Vampire
2. Bouffoon Bloody Bouffoon
3. Vlad the Impaler
4. I Bring Nosferatu You
5. A Sleighride Through Transylvanian Winterland
6. Dusk
7. Sabbat
8. Faust – The Ghostwriter
9. Black Birthday (Hip Hip Hooray)
10. Sisterhood
11. Spiderella's XXX
12. The Day the Virus Diminished Hallelujaville's Population
13. From The Chronicles: The Rue Morgue Murders
1. Le Théâtre du Vampire
Welcome to the ruins of a sideshow
from the other side
- C´ est un nouveau show chaque nui
A dark scenario by and with vampires
pretending to be humans, pretending
to be humans
- La chambre de terreur
trop sexy est la femme fatale qui éduit
Le public masculin
extravagante est la performance dans
laquelle les victimes transpirent
- Any volunteers?
So, let us present ladies & gentleman
on stage, a snuff movie live!
They assume it is done with mirrors
A – Z in the book of horrors
- I want to suck your... blood!
Le Théatre Du Vampire
Le Théatre Du Vampire tara
Maestro! A deaf conductor and his
disharmonic orchestra
- De la harpe et des violins
and for the many (hrmm) intelectuals
in the audience menue is served
- Buffé autour d´un cadavre
on côte, diverses génies comfortable,
pour bercer les spectateure
- Schreck du maximal!
elles déclament une harangue
shakespearienne " to be or not to be"
see Paris then die!
A - once in a lifetime opportunity, to
watch this opening night
They may guess but they can´t be certain
what goes on behind these curtains
- I want to suck your blood... at
Le Théatre Du Vampire
Le Théatre Du Vampire
Su le sang si deux et macabre
silhouette s´agitent dans l´audience
jouis de ce diabolique theatre
- Don´t forget to bring your
garlic necklace!
Le Théatre Du Vampire
Le Théatre Du Vampire tara
Le Théatre Du Vampire
2. Bouffoon Bloody Bouffoon
Bouffoon Bloody Bouffoon
Quiet please be quiet
You´re not supposed to speak
at all unless I say so
Bouffoon Bloody Bouffoon!
I´ll strangle you someday
you know you´re just one
arm´s length away
Bouffoon! You´re a bouffoon
but on the other hand
there´s nothing there (there´s nothing...)
Stop playing echo (stop playing echo)
you know I hate when you do that!
A ventriloquist´s dilemma
Silence I said silence!
As a puppet on a string
you´re not supposed to say a thing
Bloody Bouffoon
I know it´s so cliché
we are all dolls of papier maché
Bouffoon Bloody Bouffoon
3. Vlad the Impaler
Once upon a time in a place not far
from here lived a prince in a
castle with his lovely fiancée
One day she got bit by a bat and grew
paler and paler. She died later that
spring in the arms of...
- Vlad The Impaler outcast from the
arch. Only fools dare to whisper his
name after dark:
"Vlad is the Devil", that´s what they
say; but he´s so very generous on
fangs-givings day!
Vlad The Impaler sings a lullaby
for naughty, naughty children;
the time has come to... die!
Vlad has a hole where his heart
ought to be, he knows the "life at
stake" process by heart, see
Vlad The Impaler crawls out his den
like itsy bitsy spider he crawls back
again
If Vlad would have a penny for every
time he´s bad, then Vlad would have
plenty... but no-no
Vlad has a bad breath caused by
tooth-decay when stalking his victims
bad breath gives him away
But he was more known as... Dracula!!!
4. I Bring Nosferatu You
Well if you´re dying to be dying
- I´ll bring Nosferatu you
And you´re sick of all the suckers
then - I´ll bring Nosferatu you
The price of your entry is sin
I know you´re lying when you´re
saying yes - I bring Nosferatu you
And now you wonder about that
hunger - well I brought Nosferatu you
You´re terrifying so stop whining
- I brought Nosferatu you
The price of your entry is sin
So, if you´re dying to be dying
- I´ll bring Nosferatu to you too!!
5. A Sleighride Through Transylvanian Winterland
Ride, ride, ride
Through murky spruce forests where every tree seems to whisper "his" name goes a hazardous horse-drawn sleigh-ride, the coachman´s fingers frozen stiff at the reins
Passing landscapes of impaled bodies, it´s human scarecrows by birds eaten bare as the cargo must be brought fore sunrise cannot stop before this Dracula´s lair
The sleigh onward ploughing through crusty swirling snow being watched from the edging black forest, sinister eyes in hundreds glow
All at once in an unanimous howling before they team up as to yield not to kill no realization of a hell frozen over can make him stop until his task is fulfilled
Ride, ride, ride,
Embraced by darkness in the form of a swarm of bats
must be something ´bout that coffin he´s carrying, that stalks these predators, some devilish pact
Pre-dawn and the horses are struggling half-dead across a suspending bridge
along the winding trail torches has been lit, ill-omened sparkling glow marks the ridge
Make haste - there´s no time to waste, the upward spiral leads to Castle Dracul
In his pocket burns his wife´s wedding ring still on her finger - now the circle is full
At arrival there´s a group of gypsies, had a minor accident when bringing it inside
in the coffin lies the creepy stranger, in all it´s beauty now the sun arise
Rise, rise, rise
6. Dusk
After sundown, I am gone - I am going home, home
So refreshing, at pre-dawn being reborn, born
Something I desire, it´s something I must have
Few things I require but this I do demand, this I do demand...
Bathe myself in darkness, like balsam for the soul
Shadows growing taller at...
Lay myself in darkness and slowly fade away
Don´t wake until after the... Dusk
Peaceful moments deep into the twilight zone
Enter darkness sweet & cold refill my soul
Bathe myself in darkness, like balsam for the soul
Shadows growing taller at... nightfall
Lay myself in darkness and slowly fade away
Don´t wake until after the... Dusk
7. Sabbat
Take me to the swamp where all are gathered for the Sabbat, Sabbat
They move and move in a zombie-like trance in the Sabbat, Sabbat
The witch-doctor of New Orleans has abducted a girl in her early teens
Them creepy little crawlers drawn to the fire in the Sabbat
The swampy water cast a greenish gloom unto the Sabbat, Sabbat
The priestess read unidentified psalms through the Sabbat
Unsheathe a knife of ebenholtz then decapitates the voodoo Barbie dolls
The ritual proceeds with "Kill her! Kill her!" in the Sabbat, Sabbat
And then Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mummified mom another forty whacks
And a corny brat named Malachi used a rusty machete for his suicide
The monsteress from god knows where took a leap into the fire, lost her wooly green hair.
A stiff one who´s spent his 90´s swamped with his hockeyhelmet hair-do he began to stomp
8. Faust – The Ghostwriter
Rewrite the holy bible
My favorite author of horrors
Inspired by each other they borrow
Apparently there´s only one
modern Edgar Allan Poe
Then, I noticed a striking resemblance
their S´s has a slight obliqueness
The moment I saw it I knew
it has got to be, got to be... Faust
A pseudonym´s seldom a haphazard
his surname is Oz as in wizard
With magic he fools everyone
no one ever seen his face
The marionettes of the critics
reverse as the matter of facts it´s
Americas best selling book
is the world a big whorehouse or
what... Faust
Remarkable touch with the characters
His cryptical tales gives a us nightmares
A wordsmith with fingertip feel
What is fiction and what is real?
He feeds off of us then he hates us
An underground reached occult status
A misanthrope with a horde
- we who read between the lines
Withdrawn from a world in the limelight
developed an authorship´s stage-fright
Nocturnal like them in his books
whom are sensitive to light
He´s walking the streets incognito
it´s over - the end - finito!
A star who´s unwilling to sign
and that in 1999
9. Black Birthday (Hip Hip Hooray)
Surprise!
Help me blow out the candles? - isn´t that what you meant
Who brings the nicest presents gets my dead presidents
Don´t wish me happy birthday - don´t wish me happy birthday
Yes, I know what you are up to - you scavengers
Hip Hip Hooray!
Put in a special paragraph in my testament
everything goes to charity in case of an accident
Don´t wish me happy birthday - I am not happy!
Watch it, is that a bowie knife to cut the cake
Hip Hip Hooray
"for he s a jolly good fellow, for he s a jolly good fellow
that nobody can´t deny" - die, die, die!
Hip Hip Hooray
Surprise!
Help me blow out the candles? - isn´t that what you meant
Who brings the nicest presents gets my dead presidents
Don´t wish me happy birthday - don´t wish me happy birthday
Yes, I know what you are up to - you scavengers
Hip Hip Hooray!
Put in a special paragraph in my testament
everything goes to charity in case of an accident
Don´t wish me happy birthday - I am not happy!
Watch it, is that a bowie knife to cut the cake
Hip Hip Hooray
"for he s a jolly good fellow, for he s a jolly good fellow
that nobody can´t deny" - die, die, die!
Hip Hip Hooray
10. Sisterhood
He sought cover on that rainy Sunday night
Where no-man had sat his foot for a long, long time
A lonesome chapel on a desolate moor
shortly after he slept by the fire-place
awoke as god has made him there on the floor
by a female falsetto at the break of dawn
a half-choked "haven´t you seen a man before!!?"
When he saw the blushing nuns of the sisterhood... nunsense!
He was in fact a carpenter´s son
but not that particular one
They surely could use the strong hands of a handyman
to repair the leaking roof against food and a warm bed...
(he had plenty to choose from)
That once so poor choir improved miraculously
as if someone had popped the cork and let the spirit free
They didn´t know how empty they were, until they were filled
underneath every veil there was a women concealed
A faint scent of au de cologne in the air
Damnation! That man has turned this place into a Vanity Fair 666 !!!!
Sister Mary was caught in a Linda Blair-ish activity with a crucifix
- crush it!!!
Waiting for his resurrection...
...PS. Those belts of chastité was destroyed cause
their faith had swallowed the key if one man shall
lay their puzzle, he´s in possession of the missing
(piece) what the good book says is not too good
according to this sisterhood
11. Spiderella's XXX
Once you´re trapped inside her net there´s no way back
She´s a supersexy widow and she´s black
She´s a man-eater in bed, and won´t leave until she´s fed
Now I am trapped inside her world wide web
She´s a nightmare but she´s every young mans dream
As you know no things are really what they seem
Then a thought went through my head, she´s always newly wed
and they´re all inside her world wide web
Venomous, her kiss has poisoned us
Torturous, she love to do to us
Hazardous, world wide notorious
Bouncing back and fourth on every thread inside this world wide web
Hang on tight, grotesque´s her appetite
Venomous, her kiss has poisoned us
Torturous, what she loves to do to us
Marvelouz, she is dead-serious
Bouncing back and forth until you´re dead inside this world wide web
Spiderella keeps a harem for her lust,
as an inborn mating instinct it´s a must
Spiderella must be fed, she won´t leave you ´til you´re dead
When you´re trapped inside her world wide web
World wide web
World wide web
Web...
12. The Day the Virus Diminished Hallelujaville's Population
I – the problem child, the outcast and the plague
They say it is I who ruin their perfect world,
I am the virus and the Anti-Christ
Virus – polluting the atmosphere, it´s carried through the air,
male version of Linda Blair, he´s got to get out - I must get out of here
And I – I´m a Satanist, the blackest of sheep that is I
Virus – polluting the atmosphere, it s carried through the air
male version of Linda Blair, he´s got to get out - I must get out of here
Last Sunday when I turned eighteen we had a nice little barbeque
for the well combed community with their picked fences at
their service. I watched their picturesque little church go up in flames
BURN!
13. From The Chronicles: The Rue Morgue Murders
When the day has gone to sleep
two and two they walk the streets
Shadows lurk as widows weep
claiming there´s a wolf among the sheep
Walk the street of rue morgue
it leads you straight to the morgue
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murderer in the rue morgue
Last night´s loss goes in repeat
empty streets and blood stained sheets
The girls are either scared or scarred
a nail in the coffin for the whore-house of cards
Walk the street of rue morgue
it leads you straight to the morgue...
Murder, murder, murder, murder, murderer in the rue morgue
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