[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