Living Portrait by Occultation Lyrics

Paint all of the walls
In the colors of fire
For each Picture left with its eyes showing
Brings the chanting of the funeral choir
The marks appearing upon her cracked face
Show the presence of another
Fingers reaching out from the darkness
As the portrait sees itself becoming clearer

Mirror image
Of that which is
God in the eyes
Of the child
Halls of madness
Calling out

Three ropes hanging
From the stairwell
One and the same
Trapped in between
Two opposite worlds
Through red curtains
The left arm trembles
So begins the crossover