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Some information about Black As The Devil Painteth Lyrics Title: Theatre Of Tragedy - Black As The Devil Painteth lyrics Artist: Theatre Of Tragedy Album: Velvet Darkness They Fear Visitors: 7 visitors have visited Black As The Devil Painteth Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. 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-huéd arch neath the High Heaven s rich emblazonry The flowery meadowembrac d by the horizon - snowflakéd and aery mountains In which the barebreastéd 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? - I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be! - ThenI challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o mine - What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully paintéd? The raven sky prey d on by the snowfill dblustery clouds Unadornéd the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood The maidens chainéd and whippéd within a dreary dungeon - Andlo! twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave: "The Devil is as Black as he Painteth" - O Canvas! wherefore?... Hottest songs from Theatre Of Tragedy : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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