Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Well of the Artist, artist - Satariel.
Date of issue: 03.12.1998
Song language: English
The Well of the Artist |
I paint in black and white |
A face appears as my creation on canvas |
Structured lines expressing the very foundations of chaos |
These lines are but words |
Words I read from upon each wall, each scene I behold |
I swallow the pictures of the surroundings |
And set them in the womb of my mind |
The plant grows in my garden obscure |
From the poisoned ground a flower then rises |
Black and dead it still grows further more and more |
And I adore it’s beauty, grace, it’s lonely pride |
As I summon it’s essence to manifest for me |
Powers of creations are running through me |
In trance it’s nature comes undressed to me |
I then gently dress it in colours, and give it name by words |
Give it soul by tunes… |
Soul by tunes! |
For even the flower that springs from upon the grave |
Holds a mirror of life itself |
Yes, even youth and thirsting striving for what’s above |
But to the grave it’s bound forever |
My soul must bleed to create |
As Osiris — I die to be resurrected |
The pain is the words |
The tears the real fluid on my brush |
I am the crying dying one |
I am the magician |
For I am the artist |
And as the world devours me |
I am resurrected in another one |
Created from the devastation of myself |
Devastation of myself! |
I hear the voices haunt across the spaces |
They grant me the speech of my world — our world |
And though they cut me deep, very deep |
I search them for more as soon as they’re gone |
They hurt so badly, still its of them I consist |
There is no real joy in this, purely a need for deed |
(REPEAT VERSE 5) |
(REPEAT VERSE 2) |
I travel by the tears, falling down |
Into a perfect satisfaction in the soil of the graveyard |