[00:00.00] My mother was obsessed by evil jealousy
[00:45.09]She didn't want nobody  to even look  at
[00:51.36]MollyShe kept me locked up in this attic till
[00:54.12]I diedOnly 4  years old, my story  left untold
[01:41.67]Oh, MollyOh,
[01:41.85]MollyMother was struck by this infallible idea
[01:48.18]If she could paint my portrait
[01:50.94]I would remain immortal
[01:54.03]And I could hang downstairs above the fireplace
[01:57.57]A little girl in lace, not a single trace of crime
[02:06.87]Trace of crime
[02:32.40]Each day and night she worked and autumn turned to spring
[02:38.46]For every stroke she  painted a little life was ended
[02:44.34]At last I felt so weak
[02:46.38]I could not even speak
[02:50.34]But in that fatal portrait  my spirit came to life again
[03:02.34]Oh, MollyThat night
[04:14.25]I made the portrait speak in evil tongue
[04:20.13]You're gonna go beyond too, may pain and death bestow you
[04:26.04]She grabbed a book and spoke aloud an ancient rhyme
[04:31.92]While she burned the portrait in the candle of fate
[04:44.28]Oh, MollyI've gotta  see ma