Il testo della The portrait

King Diamond

Data di rilascio : 03/11/1997

Durata : 0:05:07

Stile : Rock

My mother was obsessed by evil jealousy
She didn't want nobody to even look at molly
She kept me locked up in this attic till i died
Only 4 years old, my story left untold

Oh, molly
Oh, molly

Mother was struck by this infallible idea
If she could paint my portrait i would remain immortal
And i could hang downstairs above the fireplace
A little girl in lace, not a single trace of crime
Trace of crime

Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring
For every stroke she painted a little life was ended
At last i felt so weak i could not even speak
But in that fatal portrait my spirit came to life again

Oh, molly

That night i made the portrait speak in evil tongue
You're gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you
She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme
While she burned the portrait in the candle of fate

Oh, molly

I've gotta see ma