His portrait hanging, face betraying,
wicked gleamin eyes of Satan.
Cast us in their spell.
Cast us in their spell.
Raised out of [bad word] 
All the world waits with jaded sorrow that never sleeps.
Waiting for him to unlock his door to the sallow...
People...
His evil lives
And my flesh crawls.
He's hanging from my chamber wall.
Hypnotized,
My soul is waiting.
Waiting for his luring [bad word] 
Come!
Portrait hanging, face betraying,
wicked gleaming eyes of Satan.
Cast us in their spell.
Cast us in their spell.
Cast us in their spell!

(J. Dawson / S. Ross / O. Osborne)