(The mussara) Lyrics

The vampire of the Mussara

A legend tells that a small town

From Tarragona who lived off agriculture

There were seven houses and a church

Where the inhabitants prayed for the

Good crop

A cold winter night with heavy fog

As usual the priest would ring the bells at twelve o'clock

At night so that he could go home to rest

Found a mysterious figure with a hood

He could not see who it was he

Approached to ask and only heard

A few words in a strange language

The next day the bells rang to the dead

And the priest told the inhabitants

That a man had died The surprise was that

The body was already buried

And when they asked what had happened

The priest just shook his head

Every Sunday night a local died until a villager

Went to investigate before the bells rang

Could see the priest with a shovel

And by his side

A mysterious figure

That tore and fed on the corpse

In the morning the people had disappeared

Leaving only

The priest who found a broken obelisk

Since then nobody knows anything about those who lived there

Only legends that go by word of mouth throughout the ages

Those who visit the Mussara will be cursed

The only way to remove the curse is to touch

The obelisk called, the magic stone

Others say that on winter Sundays at midnight

You can hear the church bells in the middle of a fog

Although the church lacks the bells if you are daring

And listen to them, no matter how fast you run

A mysterious figure will catch you and take your life

As long as you remain conscious you will be able

To see how the priest digs your grave and your soul

will be trapped forever in the town of La Mussara