The Well Of The Artist

Текст песни SATARIEL - The Well Of The Artist <br/> I paint in black and whiteA face appears as my creation on canvas Structured lines expressing the very foundations of chaosThese lines are but wordsWords I read upon each wall, each scene I beholdI swallow the pictures of the surroundingsand set them in the womb of my mind( )<br />The plant grows in my garden obscureFrom the poisoned ground a flower then rises Black and dead it still grows further more and moreAnd I adore it&#039;s beauty, grace, it&#039;s lonely pride As I summon it&#039;s essence to manifest for me, powers of creations are running through meIn trance it&#039;s nature comes undressed to me I then gently dress in colours,and give it name by words,give it soul by tunes...Soul by tunes!For every flower that springs from upon the grave holds a mirror of life itselfYes, even youth and thirsting striving for what&#039;s aboveBut the grave it&#039;s bound foreverMy soul must bleed to createAs Osiris - I die to be resurrectedthe pain is the wordsThe tears the real fluid on my brushI am the crying dying oneI am the magicianFor I am the artistAnd as the world devours meI am resurrected in an other one Created from the devastation of myself