Fatal Portrait

"7 years have gone, it can no longer be left undone. The candle must burn again and pain Must follow the unholy flame. So burn, burn, burn and free the spirit from its chain" Here I am blinded again by that flame. In every candle that I burn I see that same face return. It returns! Eyes in pain, my little queen are you a dream? And in every candle that I burn I see that same face return. It returns! Time has come for you to tell the truth, what shall I do? Tears are running from her eyes, if she could only tell me why. The Jonah, the Jonah! In twisted key she speaks a word to me and then I see her face falling apart, the word "Jonah" is her mark. She's branded!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

"After 7 years on a dusty shelf the book seemed unreal. For 7 years in an ancient rhyme the fate of a girl was sealed" In the attic I was searching by the moonlight, what would I find? Old and grey from dust I felt it staring back, oh that book. Yellow pages caught my eyes, so unreal through the dust of time. In an ancient rhyme the truth had been sealed on a broken shelf. It would all be revealed! It had been there for years and no one ever knew. Now break the spell and free the girl from the candle of fate. Look at the flame, say the rhyme, the end is near, no more pain. You're free! As the candle melts away the spirit of the candle girl emerges from the flame, she doesn't seem the same. With a smile on her face she starts to speak: "Hear my story!"

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

The Spirit of the Candle speaks... "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... "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." "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!"

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

She's wearing white again but colours always betray. Don't look into her eyes, there's an evil darkness inside. You might see her but she is not here, leave her alone, don't get too near. One touch and you'll disappear, what a scream you'll never hear. She carries a secret and where she must go you'll never know. She carries a secret and where she must go you'll never know. Searching but not for a home, a restless soul all on its own. Always dressed in white as she passes on through the night. She carries a secret and where she must go you'll never know. She carries a secret and where she must go you'll never know.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

When nightfall comes around and the light of day is gone, the dark closes in as the last candle burns out. It's time to send off your mind on a trip into the land of dreams and mist. It's something wrong, they are lurking in the dark. Heavy breathing but nobody's there, if that's what you think you'd better beware. It's something wrong, they are lurking in the dark Watching you! How does it feel to be alone in the dark how do you know they won't do any harm? They can see you but you're oh so blind, maybe it only appears in your mind. It's something wrong, they are lurking in the dark. You'll see!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Oh it's Halloween! Every night to me is Halloween like an ancient scene, you know just what I mean. Halloween you are my pride, Halloween's not just a dream. The moon is full, another perfect day has began like a demon's eye. That Devil's eye, will we ever die? Halloween you are my pride, Halloween's not just a dream. Every night will be another evil scene like in horror dreams. I want, I command you to scream! Halloween you are my pride, Halloween's not just a dream. Halloween, Halloween...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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Stay away, Molly's soul keeps returning every night to the attic shrine. Never alone, living dolls out of nowhere crying out: "Mommy why?" The house is forever haunted, nothing you can do. Molly is living there with her dolls and they are alive, wait and see. Stay away Mrs. Jane, Molly's mother slowly went insane. The house is forever haunted, nothing you can do. Molly is living there with her dolls and they are alive, wait and see. "Mommy, Mommy..." I'll destroy you!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

It is Sunday morning, well just before dawn A little girl is dancing on the mansion porch She calls out a name, God give him the sea I'm here from the darkest deep And hear my name Down by the lake, there's the shadow of grief Dancing hand in hand with the devil Watching from the bridge, the one near by the lake Why sister Margaret? No need to hate Yes, we all know, we'll light your seventh cross Oh, please do it my dear While you're lost Down by the lake, there's the shadow of grief Dancing hand in hand with the devil And the nun has been seen I want your cross Now come and play Sister Margaret Follow pry, the nun won't give in She catched us along Scared as hell, the little girl is screaming When sister Margaret disappears in the lake Down by the lake, there's the shadow of happiness Dancing hand in hand with the devil

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025