The Portrait Lyrics - In Concert 1987: Abigail - 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 

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