[ Предположительная тональность: Dm ] Theatre of Tragedy "Black as the Devil Painteth" Velvet Darkness They Fear (1996) Obs: the chords follow Liv's singing during the duet parts Intro: E||--1-----------------------|--1-----------------------|--------------------------|--------------------------| B||-----------3--------1-----|-----------3--------1-----|--3--------1--------------|--3--------1--------------| G||-----0--0-----0--0-----0--|-----0--0-----0--0-----0--|-----3--3-----3--3-----3--|-----3--3-----3--3-----3--| D||--------------------------|--------------------------|--------------------------|--------------------------| A||--------------------------|--------------------------|--------------------------|--------------------------| E||--------------------------|--------------------------|--------------------------|--------------------------| Dm Em Dm C Gm Bb Dm An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth Dm Em Dm C Gm Bb Dm Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow? Dm Em Dm C Gm Bb Dm O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool, still, passionlessly it quivereth Dm Em Dm C Gm Bb Dm Minding not that my hands are more than apt, my Muse Gm Bb Dm C Gm Bb Dm Where is hidden the blue-huéd arch 'neath the High Heaven's rich Em blazonry Gm Bb Dm C Gm Bb Dm The flowery meadow, Em brac'd by the horizon, snowflakéd and aëry mountains Gm Bb Dm C Gm Bb Dm In which the barebreastéd maidens dance to the lay o'midsummer Gm Bb Dm C Gm Bb Dm Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore ( Gm Bb Dm C Gm Bb Dm ) Dm F Eb O Canvas, wherefore canst thou these images not allow? Dm F Eb I de Em a projection of my Theatre they should be Dm F Eb Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o' mine Db F Eb What is this unforseen that not enjoineth light shades to bes killfully paintéd? ( Gm Bb Dm C Gm Bb Dm ) Gm Bb Dm C Gm Bb The raven sky prey'd on by the snowfill'd, blustery clouds Dm Gm Bb Unadornéd the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood Dm C Gm Bb The maidens chainéd and whippéd within a dreary dungeon Dm And, lo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave: Gm Bb Dm "The Devil is as Black as he Painteth." Gm Bb Dm O Canvas! wherefore? Gm Bb Dm "The Devil is as Black as he Painteth." Gm Bb Dm O Canvas! wherefore?