Dark Portrait
Her portrait hung there
Her portrait was there in the gallery
Suspended on arcade wall for all eyes to see next to the Iron Maiden Diana's hunt woven tapestry
The flesh tones were fat with the light the Portrait was absorbing
Dark was her sin
Rotten within
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Virgins would swear
In her they feared
Watching them bleed
The beast she would feed
According to history she was married at fifteen wed to the Viscount
What were they about
He gifted her a new house
Complete with horror chamber
Her uncle was about the black arts
Here aunt introduced her to sadistic charms
Though they new no real power
They would draw pain out by the hour
Alone would countess be
Consumed with blood and flesh eating
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Her portrait hung there
Waiting to be resurrected even in death
Dark was her sin
Rotten within
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Virgins would swear
In her they feared
Watching them bleed
The beast she would feed
Alone would countess be
Consumed with blood and flesh eating
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Her portrait hung there
Waiting to be resurrected even in death
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Her portrait hung there
Waiting to be resurrected even in death
Her portrait was there in the gallery
Suspended on arcade wall for all eyes to see next to the Iron Maiden Diana's hunt woven tapestry
The flesh tones were fat with the light the Portrait was absorbing
Dark was her sin
Rotten within
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Virgins would swear
In her they feared
Watching them bleed
The beast she would feed
According to history she was married at fifteen wed to the Viscount
What were they about
He gifted her a new house
Complete with horror chamber
Her uncle was about the black arts
Here aunt introduced her to sadistic charms
Though they new no real power
They would draw pain out by the hour
Alone would countess be
Consumed with blood and flesh eating
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Her portrait hung there
Waiting to be resurrected even in death
Dark was her sin
Rotten within
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Virgins would swear
In her they feared
Watching them bleed
The beast she would feed
Alone would countess be
Consumed with blood and flesh eating
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Her portrait hung there
Waiting to be resurrected even in death
Bled of all life
She was dead inside
Her portrait hung there
Waiting to be resurrected even in death
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Writer(s): Jack Clubb
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