Letra de Black canvas

A blank canvas is the widest place
Where the whole art is standing still

The sky - to give shape to a masterpiece
Is full - I need the artist´s mystic will
Of flaming darkness

To make choices, my sacred toil
To create life, colours, greatness
To reveal riches, our decaying spoil
? !,jfecg eh!!mn

My artwork were to be the universe
My artwork were to be this twisted universe

To draw life, the most supreme
All wrong, a blind paint stream
No life, in a black canvas

There is no chance to pray and cleanse
The work of art now lives in dark
Dying planets and black blood
Created by a failing God

Here life is to float
In a gout of black
Guessing it is the universe

Mankind - to make the brush a fecund place -
Was born - to let flow the masterpiece -
Of black - the whole art keeps standing still
To perish in darkness

To make choices, my sacred toil
To create life, colours, greatness
To reveal riches, our decaying spoil
? !,jfecg eh!!mn

To draw life, the most supreme
I need the perfect stroke
But the brush streamed spurts of black
And the spell broke
There will be no life in a black canvas