Goresleeps - The Portrait lyrics

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Eternal thirst for creation<br />

When he became like the Lord<br />

The painter believed that some time<br />

He would paint a picture and it will revive<br />

But hours of heavenly inspiration<br />

Could not save for the want.<br />

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Time out of mind the grief came in our homes<br />

With the dying of dearest man your soul's been becoming the stone<br />

In fit of despair you appealing for heaven's sake<br />

But They don't hear the prayer and she will never wake.<br />

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He thought, his art, far above the death<br />

And the painter refired, going on paint.<br />

While under his city spread the wings<br />

The Black Death and ruled Her ball on the streets.<br />

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But ruthless evil had touched him by bony hand.<br />

She, he loved dying, had lain on deathbed.<br />

In fit of despair he appealed for God's sake<br />

But he didn't hear the prayer and she will<br />

Never wake.<br />

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He cursed the people, he cursed god<br />

He heard the Devil and chose own lot.<br />

The black agreement sighed by blood<br />

It remained to blend paints with ash of her heart... <br />

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By the last touch the portrait finished<br />

And at that instant it came to life.<br />

But her cold fingering and spiritless sight<br />

In a flash sobered down his desire<br />

Without the heart she's only lifeless image<br />

Nobody twice bear under these skies.<br />

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And he cut the canvas, beyond expiation<br />

Shape of the one, he loved turned into ash<br />

In fit of despair he appealed for Devil's sake.<br />

But he didn't hear the prayer and she will never wake.