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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
- Álbum:
- Give Me Your Soul...Please
- The Puppet Master
- Abigail II: The Revenge
- House of God
- Voodoo
- The Spiders Lullabye
- The Eye
- Conspiracy
- Them
- The Dark (EP)
- Abigail
- Fatal Portrait
- Miscellaneous
- A Dangerous Meeting
- Deadly Lullabyes Live
- The Complete Roadrunner Collection 1986-1990
- The Best of King Diamond
- 20 Years Ago - A Night of Rehearsal
- Fatal Portrait (Reissue)
- In Concert 1987 - Abigail (Reissue)