The Crimson Canvas

Описание: The Crimson Canvas

Lyrics

(Verse 1)

In the castle halls where the pigments weep,

A masterpiece of malice, secrets buried deep.

Brushstrokes of agony, echo through the halls,

Creation born from ruin, as the midnight darkness calls.


(Pre-Chorus)

Fingers stained with sorrow, trembling in the light,

Crafting sculptures of torment in the presence of the night.


(Chorus)

Now wait again, the brush unveils the fright,

Art is but a mirror to the chaos in the life,

Screaming colors clash like a hurricane of sin,

In this gallery of lost souls, let the nightmare begin.

[Scream]

Now wait again, art...
Is my lukewarm star

(Verse 2)

Veins of twisted metal lace the canvas bright,

An ode to all the shattered dreams that dance in the blight.

Eyes ablaze with madness, lurking in the frame,

Each splatter screams a story, none can feel the same.


(Pre-Chorus)

Crimson canvas flowing, painting truths untold,

Wretched beauty twisted in the grasp of the cold.


(Chorus)

Now wait again, the brush unveils the fright,

Art is but a mirror to the chaos in the life,

Screaming colors clash like a hurricane of sin,

In this gallery of lost souls, let the nightmare begin.

[Scream]

Now wait again, art...

Is my lukewarm star

(Bridge)

Sculpt the agony with the tools of despair,

Carve the beauty from the wreckage, breathe the fetid air.

Tension and release, the tragic spiral bends,

In the gallery of degeneracy, the darkness never ends.


(Outro)

So linger in the shadows where the artists' demons weep,

In this tragic overture, the art of death runs deep.

Now wait again, as the darkness takes its toll,

The canvas bears the story of a fractured, hollow soul.