Black As the Devil Painteth (R-Theatre Of Tragedy

[ti:Black As the Devil Painteth (R] [ar:Theatre Of Tragedy] [al:Closure: Live] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Black As the Devil Painteth (R - Theatre Of Tragedy (悲情剧院) [00:09.07]An artist is what is call'd himself that the brush holdeth [00:21.31] [00:24.44]Though hath it then caringly caress'd the canvas of tomorrow [00:36.94] [00:41.01]O canvas for thee I hold my tool still passionless it quivereth [00:53.43] [00:56.40]Minding not that my hands are more than apt [01:02.66] [01:07.46]My muse [01:09.28] [01:13.44]Where is hidden [01:15.14] [01:16.25]The blue huéd arch'neath the high heaven's rich emblazonry [01:21.05] [01:21.65]The flowery meadow embrac'd by the horizon snowflakéd and aery mountains [01:41.25] [01:45.92]In which the barebreastéd maidens dance to the lay o' midsummer [01:56.01] [01:59.70]Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore [02:11.02] [02:35.73]O canvas wherefore canst thou these images not allow [02:41.63] [02:42.78]I deem a projection of my theatre they should be [02:49.80] [02:50.73]Then I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine [02:58.27] [02:58.81]What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully paintéd [03:06.78] [03:41.91]The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd blustery clouds [03:50.58] [03:51.42]Unadornéd the meadow hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood [03:58.63] [03:59.52]The maidens chainéd and whippéd within a dreary dungeon [04:06.22]And lo 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave [04:11.88] [04:13.57]The devil is as black as he painteth [04:19.25] [04:20.56]O canvas wherefore [04:26.19] [04:29.59]The devil is as black as he painteth [04:35.25] [04:36.48]O canvas wherefore