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...