Black As The Devil Painteth - 歌词

歌词

	作词 : Theatre of Tragedy
	An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth -
	Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?,
	O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionless it quivereth,
	Minding not that my hands are more than apt;
	My Muse,

	Where is hidden
	The blue-huéd arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry,
	The flowery meadow, embrac'd by the horizon - snowflakéd and aery mountains,
	In which the barebreastéd maidens dance to the lay o' midsummer,
	Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore.

	O Canvas!, wherefore canst thou these images not allow? -
	I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be! -
	Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine -
	What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully paintéd?

	The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd, blustery clouds,
	Unadornéd the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood,
	The maidens chainéd and whippéd within a dreary dungeon -
	And, lo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave:
	"The Devil is as Black as he Painteth" -
	O Canvas! wherefore?...

拼音

	zuò cí : Theatre of Tragedy
	An artist is what is call' d the self that the brush holdeth
	Though hath it then caringly caress' d the Canvas of tomorrow?,
	O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool still! passionless it quivereth,
	Minding not that my hands are more than apt
	My Muse,

	Where is hidden
	The bluehué d arch' neath the High Heaven' s rich emblazonry,
	The flowery meadow, embrac' d by the horizon snowflaké d and aery mountains,
	In which the barebreasté d maidens dance to the lay o' midsummer,
	Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore.

	O Canvas!, wherefore canst thou these images not allow?
	I deem a projection of my Theatre they should be!
	Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine
	What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to be skillfully painté d?

	The raven sky prey' d on by the snowfill' d, blustery clouds,
	Unadorné d the meadow hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood,
	The maidens chainé d and whippé d within a dreary dungeon
	And, lo! ' twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave:
	" The Devil is as Black as he Painteth"
	O Canvas! wherefore?...

歌词大意

[00:01:000]	è mó rú yī suǒ huì bān xié è
[00:33.000]	yì shù jiā shì suǒ wèi de
[00:40.000]	wò huà bǐ de běn wǒ
[00:49.000]	dàn huà bǐ shì fǒu yǐ hé míng tiān de huà zuò xiāng yōng?
[1:05.000]	ō huà bù
[1:09.000]	yīn rǔ, wǒ jǐn wò zhe wǒ de huà bǐ
[1:16.000]	kě tā hái lěng mò dì chàn dǒu zhe
[1:22.000]	bù zài hu wǒ de shuāng shǒu miào bǐ shēng huā
[1:33.000]	wǒ de miù sī
[1:39.000]	tā men cáng zài nǎ lǐ ā
[1:43.000]	tiān guó fù lì wén shì xià de lán sè gǒng láng
[1:55.000]	dì píng xiàn huán bào de fán huā shèng kāi de cǎo dì
[2:03.000]	xuě huā fù gài de wēi é shān luán
[2:12.000]	nà lǐ tǎn xiōng de nǚ zǐ men suí zhe shèng xià de duǎn shī qǐ wǔ
[2:27.000]	kōng zhōng piāo dàng zhe gē zi zì fù ér yōng lǎn dì pāi dǎ chì bǎng de yáo yuǎn shēng yīn
[3:01.000]	ō huà bù, wèi shí me nǐ bù néng róng xǔ zhèi xiē tú jǐng cún liú
[3:08.000]	wǒ rèn dìng tā men yīng wèi wǒ de jù chǎng suǒ fàng yìng!
[3:16.000]	nà me, wǒ zhì yí nǐ yòng lái fǒu dìng wǒ kě wàng de zhì huì
[3:23.000]	zhè yī bù kě yù cè zhī wù wèi hé? ràng guāng yǐng bù néng bèi gāo chāo dì huà chū
[4:04.000]	tiān kōng biàn bù wū yā, qí shàng shì xuě huā mǎn chì de bào fēng yǔ yún
[4:14.000]	àn rán wú shì de cǎo dì, jī è qū shǐ chái láng zǒu chū sēn lín
[4:21.000]	nǚ zǐ men zài kě pà de dì láo zhōng bèi shù fù biān chī
[4:29.000]	hái yǒu, kàn a, zài kū wěi méi guī jiān biàn bù tái xiǎn de fén mù
[4:38.000]	è mó rú yī suǒ huì bān xié è"
[4:45.000]	ō huà bù! wèi hé?
[4:51.000]	è mó rú yī suǒ huì bān xié è"
[5:01.000]	ō huà bù! wèi hé?

歌曲	Black As The Devil Painteth
歌手	Theatre of Tragedy
专辑	Velvet Darkness They Fear