Black as the Devil Painteth
Eternal Struggle on the Canvas of Fate
Lyrics
An artist is what is called the self the brush holdeth
An artist is identified as the self that holds the brush.
Though hath it then caringly caressed the Canvas of tomorrow?
Questioning whether the artist has tenderly touched the canvas of the future.
O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool, still passionless it quivereth
Expressing a lack of passion in the tool held for the canvas.
Minding not that my hands are more than apt
Not mindful that the hands are more than capable.
My Muse,
Introduction of "My Muse," implying a source of inspiration.
Where is hidden
Searching for something hidden.
The blue-hued arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry
Describing a beautiful scene beneath the rich colors of the sky.
The flowery meadow, embraced by the horizon
A meadow embraced by the horizon, with flowery imagery.
Snow flaked and airy mountains,
Depicting snow-covered and airy mountains.
In which the bare breasted maidens dance to the lay o'midsummer,
Introduction of bare-breasted maidens dancing amid summer.
Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vaingfore.
Noting the distant sound of doves in flight.
O Canvas! wherefore canst thou these images not allow?
Questioning why the canvas cannot depict these envisioned images.
I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be!
Expressing the belief that the canvas should project the artist's theatrical vision.
Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of nay saying the yearns of mine
Challenging the canvas's refusal to capture the artist's desires.
What is this unforeseen that not enjoyneth light
Pondering an unforeseen element that avoids the light.
Shades to be skillfully painted?
Questioning why shadows are not skillfully painted.
The raven sky preyed on by the snowfilled, blustery clouds
Describing a dark sky preyed upon by snow-filled, blustery clouds.
Unadorned the meadow, hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood,
Depicting an unadorned meadow with hungry wolves emerging.
The maidens chained and whipped within a dreary dungeon
Imagining maidens chained and whipped within a dreary dungeon.
And, fo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave
Describing a mossy grave amid withered roses.
"The Devil is as Black as He Painteth"
Quoting a statement: "The Devil is as Black as He Painteth."
O Canvas! wherefore?
Repeating the question of why the canvas cannot capture these dark images.
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