Satariel - The Well Of The Artist lyrics

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