I'm hunting a nightmare

on the road to the old

Castle of my calm, of my dreams

My new home

The moon lights my way

and shows the dark windows nearly


Stepping into my room

I'm welcomed by light

And the picture on my wall

Silently says good night

I wake up with the sun

but I'm really not the one

The painting with the balcony seems to move like the dawn

I break away from the mistery

But to visit the garden

and see my magnetic balcony

understand what happens


Running back to the picture

Looking night and day

Madness and reality

Fighting in my brain

And the picture slowly shows itself

Painted figures with painted selves

A girl in the dark every night

waiting for the torture: the killer's knife


Bloody eyes try to find the way

Trembling hands try to find the key

Blood, wash the torture...

Blood, break the curse...

In the dark - in the night

With the knife - in my heart...

Lyrics submitted by Angel_of_Life

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