Black as the Devil Painteth (Remix) (Remix)-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 (Remix) (Remix) - Theatre Of Tragedy (悲情剧院) [00:09.10]An artist is what is call'd the self the brush holdeth [00:21.39] [00:24.59]Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of tomorrow [00:36.88] [00:41.00]O Canvas for thee I hold my tool still passionless it quivereth [00:53.00] [00:56.37]Minding not that my hands are more than apt [01:02.95] [01:07.50]My Muse [01:09.25] [01:13.49]Where is hidden [01:16.19]The blue-hued arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry [01:24.12] [01:27.67]The flowery meadow embrac'd by the horizon [01:35.35] [01:36.35]Snowflaked and aery mountains [01:41.47] [01:45.77]In which the barebreasted maidens dance to the lay o'midsummer [01:56.06] [01:59.68]Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vaingfore [02:10.90] [02:35.05]O Canvas wherefore canst thou these images not allow [02:42.07] [02:42.76]I deem a projection of my Theatre they sould be [02:50.00] [02:50.75]Then I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o'mine [02:57.99] [02:58.68]What is this unforeseen that not enjoyneth light [03:03.85] [03:04.54]Shades to be skillfully painted [03:06.48] [03:41.93]The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd blustery clouds [03:50.86] [03:51.42]Unadorned the meadow hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood [03:58.85] [03:59.53]The maidens chained and whipped within a dreary dungeon [04:05.96] [04:06.52]And fo twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave [04:12.07] [04:13.57]The Devil is as Black as He Painteth [04:19.38] [04:20.62]O Canvas wherefore