Portrait

There's a portrait on the wall and it seems she’s smiling
A lady in black with red stains on her dress
Tied to a tree is a rope and it hangs longingly
Under the moon a procession of death

I can see her standing there in a trance she calls to me
Underneath this moonlit starry night
Siren song takes me in there is no saving me
Alone in this nightmare I walk into the light… I can hear her say

Come with me and I will show you what I have seen
Slowly ascending our way towards a dream, so steadily
Shadows entwined around this dark heart of mine it lies silently

In between my trembling hands her neck slides gracefully
Rolling eyes no longer look so hard
I can see she’s fading fast disappearing before me
Her life slips away under my grasp