Portrait کے بول

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