The Picture

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 ways good night

I wake up with the sun

But i'm really not the one

The paiting 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 fro 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...