Paroles de The Gallery

Come and dance through my vanity's halls Welcome to my exhibition Ornaments fall The fate of my art, condemned And the creative seed That grows to the tune of the harvest song Embody my lifelong passion Intertwine with the structures of my art Those empty frames staring at me One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas In honour of the birthless rebellion within me Every picture holds a tale Every shade tells of a thousand words The artistry of living chaos Is pictured in the poets tears Because everything burns The final concept Is all but a thought away Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay! My thoughts and words will come to right In my chamber where chaos conveys Kneel down to my desire Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony Emptiness! Orchestration through colours The gallery To never return to my guidance Burning my art