Текст песни The Portrait - King Diamond
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
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
se
ma.
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