Theatre Of Tragedy - Black As The Devil Painteth (Remix) Lyrics

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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 meadow embrac'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.

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O canvas! wherefore canst thou these images not allow? -

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

Paintéd?

The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd blustery clouds

Unadornéd the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood

The maidens chainéd and whippéd 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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