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Theatre Of Tragedy
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Black as the Devil Painteth (remix)
An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth - Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?, 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-hu'd arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry, The flowery meadow, embrac'd by the horizon - snowflak'd and aery mountains, In which the barebreast'd maidens dance to the lay o' midsummer, Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore.
O Canvas!, wherefore canst thou these images not allow? - 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be! - Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine - What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully paint'd?
The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd, blustery clouds, Unadorn'd the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood, The maidens chain'd and whipp'd within a dreary dungeon - And, lo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave: 'The Devil is as Black as he Painteth' - O Canvas! wherefore?...
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