The Vision Bleak - He Who Paints The Black Of Night Lyrics

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A painter I have been

For as long as I can think

But never quenched the feather

Into the firkin of black ink

My motif's been of beauty

Diluted and too light

My stroke of brush is worthless

Until I paint the blackest night...

A darkened empty room

A screen in dreadful white

Waiting for the flame

Of inspiration to ignite

So I begin my work

I sweep the brush through black

A line on the horizon

Now there is no coming back

But to my great excitement

Like in a secret rite

With trembling hand I paint

And fill the cloth with night

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Deeper and deeper

I fall into trance

I am led by a sorcerous hand

With death in my eyes

And madness at heart

Grandeur is cast into art...

Of the shadow, of the sin

And death therein

And darkness fills my sky

Of the brave and seldom kin

Is he who paints the night

By a magic arrangement

And the assistance of fate

Stroke by stroke I descend

Into the abyss I create

Deeper and deeper

I fall into trance

I am led by a sorcerous hand

With death in my eyes

And madness at heart

Grandeur is cast into art...

Of the shadow, of the sin

And death therein

And darkness fills my sky

Of the brave and seldom kin

Is he who paints the night

From that secret fountain

Henceforth I will be fed

Never shall I leave it's haunt

Until the day I hail the dead

I vomit on your junk

And piss on your false skill

You shall never understand

The glory of good and I'll

Shadow, darkness, death and sin

Half off from this pack

You will never be complete

Until you paint the night in black

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