Notre Dame - Vol. 1: Le Théâtre du Vampire
Original Version Promo Version LP Version 1. Le Theatre du Vampire 5:22 1. Le Theatre du Vampire 5:22 1. Le Theatre du Vampire 5:22 2. Bouffoon bloody bouffoon 2:37 2. Bouffoon bloody bouffoon 2:37 2. Bouffoon bloody bouffoon 2:37 3. Vlad the impaler 4:52 3. Vlad the impaler 4:52 3. Vlad the impaler 4:52 4. I bring nosferatu you 1:57 4. I bring nosferatu you 1:57 4. I bring nosferatu you 1:57 5. A sleighride through transylvanian winterland 5:51 5. A sleighride through transylvanian winterland 5:51 5. A sleighride through transylvanian winterland 5:51 6. Dusk 5:25 6. Dusk 5:25 6. Dusk 5:25 7. Sabbat 2:12 7. Sabbat 2:12 7. Sabbat 2:12 8. Faust - the ghostwriter 5:08 8. Faust - the ghostwriter 5:08 8. Faust - the ghostwriter 5:08 9. Black birthday (hip hip hooray) 4:24 9. Black birthday (hip hip hooray) 4:24 9. Black birthday (hip hip hooray) 4:24 10. Sisterhood 5:11 10. Sisterhood 5:11 10. Sisterhood 5:11 11. Spiderella's XXX 15:13 11. Spiderella's XXX 15:13 11. Spiderella's XXX 15:13 12. The Day The Virus Diminished Hallelujahville's Population From 666 To 1 4:01 13. From The Chronicles: The Rue Morgue Murders 6:48 total time 58:12 total time 58:12 total time 69:01
le theatre du vampire Welcome to the ruins of a sideshow from the other side - c est un nouveau show chaque nuit. 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 eduit le public masculin Extravagante est la performance dans laquelles les victimes transpirent - any volunteers ?? so , let us present , ladies and gentleman, on stage , a snuff movie live!! They assumed it s done with mirrors A – z in the book of horrors - I want to suck your…blood Le theatre du vampire Le theatre du vampire tara Maestro , a deaf conductor and his disharmonic orchestra De la harpe et des violins And for the many intelectuals in the audiencea menue is served - buffe autour d un cadavre. On cote , diverses genies comfortable, pour bercer les spectateure shcreck du maximal Elles declament 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 theatre du vampire le theatre du vampire su le sang si deux et macabre silhouettes s agitent dans l audience jouis de ce diabolique theatre - don t forget to bring your garlic necklace le theatre du vampire le theatre du vampire, tara le theatre du vampire , bouffon bloody bouffon bouffon bloody bouffon quiet please be quiet you re not supposed to speak at all unless I say so bouffon bloody bouffon!! I ll strangle you someday You know you re just a arm lenght away Bouffon , you re a bouffon But on the other hand There s nothing there( there s nothing there) Stop playing echo(Stop playing echo) I know I hate when you do that Aventriloquists dilemma Silence I said silence ! As a puppet on a string You re not supposed to say a thing Bloody bouffon I know it s so cliche We are all dolls of papier mache bouffon bloody bouffon bouffon bloody bouffon Vlad the impaler Once upon a time in a place not far from here Lived a prince in a castle and his lovely fiancee 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 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 giving day!! Vlad the impaler sings a lullabye 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!!!!!!!!!!!! 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 for 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, wellI bring nosferatu you You re terrifying so stop whining I brought nosferatu you The price for your entry is sin So , if you re dying to be dying - i ll bring nosferatu you , too!!!!!!!!!!!! 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 coachmans 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 draculas lair The sleigh onward ploughing through crusty swirling snow Being watched from the edgeing 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 fullfilled 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, 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 gypsys , had a minor accident when bringing it inside In the coffin lies the creepy stranger, in all it s beauty now the sun arise……. 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 up until after the….. dusk Peaceful moments deep into the twilight zone Enter darkness sweet and 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 up until after the… dusk Sabbath 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 witchdoctor of neworleans , 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 Unsheat a knife of ebebholtz 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 Fourty wacks, 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 ies swamped with his hockeyhelmet hair-do He began to stomp Faust – the ghostwriter Rewrite the holy bible My favourite author of horrors Inspired by eachother they borrow Apperantly there s only one Modern edgar allan poe Then I noticed a striking resemblance Their S s has a slight obilqueness 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 of of us then he hates us An underground reached occult status A misantroph with a horde- We who read beetween the lines Withdrawn from a world in the limelight Developed an authorship s stagefright 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 unwilling to sign And that in 1999. Black Birthday Surprise !! Help me blow out the candles – isnt 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 scavangers!!! 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!!!!! 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 carpenters 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 activety with a crucifix…crush it!! Waiting for his resserection P S those belts of chastity 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 sais is not too good according to this sisterhood!!!!!!!!! SPIDERELLAS XXX Once you re trapped inside her net theres 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 Marvelouz, she is dead serious Bouncing back and forth until you re dead inside this world wide web Spiderella keeps a harem for her lustAs 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 The day the virus diminished hallelujavilles population from 666 to 1 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! From the chronicles : 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 Lyrics in plain text format