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Letras: The Director's Cut

01. The Godfather
02. Der Golem
03. Experiment In Terror
04. One Step Beyond
05. Night Of The Hunter (remix)
06. Cape Fear
07. Rosemary's Baby
08. The Devil Rides Out (remix)
09. Spider Baby
10. The Omen (Ave Satani)
11. Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer
12. Vendetta
13. -
14. Investigation Of A Citizen Above Suspicion
15. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me
16. Charade

THE GODFATHER
(Nino Rota, 1972)


DER GOLEM
(Karl-Ernst Sasse, 1977)

You must guard this secret with your life
The hour has come
Breathe life into clay
A slave
We will be saved
When he rises up a mental brave

The creature walks
Combat the enemy

Follow follow follow follow follow follow follow
Your enemy
Follow follow follow follow follow follow follow
Your enemy
The creature walks
Now who's your enemy?

I'm the Golem
The secret stolen
This is my body

I walk again

Life born anew
Let silence scorn you
Reach out my body

I walk again


EXPERIMENT IN TERROR
(Henry Mancini, 1962)

This luck you can't buy
Won't touch you this time
One day this dirty stool pigeon will fly

Halos and charmed lives
I'll help you next time
One day this dirty stool pigeon will fly

And hear the angels sing
Reach out and spread my wings in hell

Your luck has run dry
Caught in the bulls-eye
Today this pretty little birdy will die
Will die
Will die
No singing tonight


ONE STEP BEYOND
(Harry Lubin, 1958)


NIGHT OF THE HUNTER (REMIX)
(Walter Schumann, 1955)

Dream little one, dream
Dream my little one, dream
Though the hunter in the night
Fills your childish heart with fright
Fear is only a dream
So dream little one, dream


CAPE FEAR
(Bernard Hermann, 1962)


ROSEMARY'S BABY
(Christopher Komeda, 1968)

What, have they done to its eyes?!
What, have they done to its eyes?!
What, have they done to its eyes?!


THE DEVIL RIDES OUT (REMIX)
(James Bernard, 1968)


SPIDER BABY
(Ronald Stein, 1964)

Screams and moans and bats and bones
Teenage monsters in haunted homes
The ghosts on the stair
The vampires bite
Better beware, there's a full moon tonight

Cannibal spiders creep and crawl
Boys and ghouls having a ball
Frankenstein, Dracula and even the Mummy
Are sure to end up in someone's tummy

Take a fresh rodent, some toadstools and weeds
And an old owl and the young one she breeds
Mix in seven legs of an eight-legged beast
Then you are all set for a cannibal feast

Sit around the fire with the cup of brew
A fiend and a werewolf on each side of you
This cannibal orgy is strange to behold
And the maddest story ever told


THE OMEN (AVE SATANI)
(Jerry Goldsmith, 1977)

Sanguis minimus
Corpus animus
Sanguis minimus
Corpus animus

Sanguis minimus
Corpus animus
Rotted corpus satani ave
Sanguis minimus
Corpus animus

Rotted corpus satani ave
Ave versus jesus cristus
Ave versus jesus cristus
Ave versus jesus cristus

Sanguis minimus
Corpus animus
Rotted corpus satani
Satani
Satani
Satani
Satani


HENRY: PORTRAIT OF A SERIAL KILLER
(Robert McNaughton, 1991)

It's either you or them, you or them, It's either you or them, you or them
Them or you, you or them, Them or you, you or them


VENDETTA
(John Barry, 1972)


INVESTIGATION OF A CITIZEN ABOVE SUSPICION
(Ennio Morricone, 1969)

You hear the whisper calling
You hear the whisper calling
You hear the whisper calling
You hear the whisper calling

Every comb of hair
The times you see red
Every hair on your head
Every thread on your back
Every piece of skin
Every mouth you feed
Every word that you said
Every drop that you bled

You hear the whisper calling


TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME
(Angelo Badalamenti, 1992)

Memories
Fade to gray
My smile
Your name
Roof leaks
Dim lights
Low rent
High tide
Boxsprings
Spare change
Your scent
My ways
Your breath
My air
Fog lifts
I stare

You're gone, but I'm thereI'm gone, but you're there
I'm gone, but you're there


CHARADE
(Henry Mancini, 1963)

When we play our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games
Acting out names
Guessing the parts we play

Oh what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill
Lovers until
Love left the masquerade

Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still
I always will
Best on the bill
Charade