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.