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...