Letra de The Portrait
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 MollyMother 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 crimeEach 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 againOh MollyThat 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 MollyI've gotta se ma.