Theatre of Tragedy
"Black as the Devil Painteth"
Velvet Darkness They Fear (1996)
Obs: the chords follow Liv's singing during the duet parts
Intro:
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An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth
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Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?
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O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool, still, passionlessly it quivereth
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Minding not that my hands are more than apt, my Muse
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Where is hidden the blue-huéd arch 'neath the High Heaven's rich Em blazonry
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The flowery meadow, Em brac'd by the horizon, snowflakéd and aëry mountains
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In which the barebreastéd maidens dance to the lay o'midsummer
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Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore
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O Canvas, wherefore canst thou these images not allow?
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I de Em a projection of my Theatre they should be
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Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine
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What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to bes killfully paintéd?
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The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd, blustery clouds
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Unadornéd the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood
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The maidens chainéd and whippéd within a dreary dungeon
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And, lo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave:
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"The Devil is as Black as he Painteth."
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O Canvas! wherefore?
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"The Devil is as Black as he Painteth."
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O Canvas! wherefore?