标题:Black As The Devil Painteth
标签:总谱
艺人:Theatre of Tragedy
专辑:Velvet Darkness They Fear [1996]
制谱人:nelesev
节拍:Moderate ♩ = 117
Black As the Devil Painteth (R - Theatre Of Tragedy An artist is what is call'd the self the brush holdeth Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of tomorrow O Canvas for thee I hold my tool still passionless it quivereth Minding not that my hands are more than apt My Muse Where is hidden The blue-hued arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry The flowery meadow embrac'd by the horizon Snowflaked and aery mountains In which the barebreasted maidens dance to the lay o'midsummer Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vaingfore O Canvas wherefore canst thou these images not allow I deem a projection of my Theatre they sould be Then I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o'mine What is this unforeseen that not enjoyneth light Shades to be skillfully painted The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd blustery clouds Unadorned the meadow hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood The maidens chained and whipped within a dreary dungeon And fo twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave The Devil is as Black as He Painteth O Canvas wherefore
