Theatres des Vampires - Christina

When the Moon shines into
The deepest night
A star hides its silver face
No hope here is still alive
With her pale white skin
And her black long hair
Christina calls your name
She calls you
From the grave
A call of death, a call of pain
When she calls
You can't run away
A call of lust, a call of hate
And every night you die again
Dancing on the grave
Dancing for her lost love
Craving for your pain
And rising from the cold frost
In her mortal embrace
The last breath in the night
Before a new down comes again
Before the Sun shines
A call of death, a call of pain
When she calls
You can't run away
A call of lust, a call of hate
And every night you die again
Dancing on the grave
Ddancingancing for her lost love
Craving for your pain
And rising from the cold frost
Dancing on the grave
Ddancingancing for her lost love
Craving for your pain
And rising from the cold frost
When you hear her cry
Your soul is lost in her sorrow
When the Sun dies
You can see Christina laying down on her tombstone
Dancing on the grave
Dancing for her lost love
Craving for your pain
And rising from the cold frost
Dancing on the grave
Ddancingancing for her lost love
Craving for your pain
And rising from the cold frost