Spectral Dominion Songtext
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Spectral Dominion Songtext
In this manor, where portraits line the wall
Behind the frames, their eyes are said to follow
Captive spirits, awaiting the call
This bleak place no one could never hallow
Captured by the artist′s hand, in shades of eerie hue
They dwell in silence, deceiving the greatest virtue
Each stroke of the brush turn their souls even darker
Lurking in the shadows, starving for murder
This painter maintains their features with delight
As the moon casts their pallor, they're more real than life
Revealing their suffering in the night
Their penchant for macabre, allurement for the knife
In vermilion, they make with this craftsman of evil
A dismal pact in sustained reeks of oil and alcohol
I′ll prepare my brushes with strands of your hair, my inner method
I'll achieve your portrait with unique tinges from your own blood
In this haunted gallery, imprisoned in canvases of dread
Imprisoned in canvases of dread
Lying in their golden frames and waiting for stray guests to behead
They wait for stray guests to behead
The artist's will requires death by henchmen in blood effusion
They kill in blood red effusion
A fiendish pact, evil promise
They′re the ghosts of the spectral dominion
The ghosts of spectral dominion
The afterlife price against one duty
Murders, slaughters for newcomers eternally
Enlightened by the moon, staring at blank canvas
He could paint the corpses at his feet, his phantasmagorias
Soaking his brushes in blood, real abomination
Adorning the manor walls, completing his collection
In this haunted gallery, imprisoned in canvases of dread
Imprisoned in canvases of dread
Lying in their golden frames and waiting for stray guests to behead
They wait for stray guests to behead
The artist′s will requires death by henchmen in blood effusion
They kill in blood red effusion
A fiendish pact, evil promise
They're the ghosts of the spectral dominion
The ghosts of spectral dominion
My palette dripped with scarlet, my hands in a devil′s dance
As I conjured brutal tableaux, in a sanguinary trance
My art, a testament to evil, to a soul forever stained
A painter of the macabre, where sanity was maimed
In the annals of the damned, my legacy did unfurl
A wicked painter of blood, whose name shall ever curl
Behind the frames, their eyes are said to follow
Captive spirits, awaiting the call
This bleak place no one could never hallow
Captured by the artist′s hand, in shades of eerie hue
They dwell in silence, deceiving the greatest virtue
Each stroke of the brush turn their souls even darker
Lurking in the shadows, starving for murder
This painter maintains their features with delight
As the moon casts their pallor, they're more real than life
Revealing their suffering in the night
Their penchant for macabre, allurement for the knife
In vermilion, they make with this craftsman of evil
A dismal pact in sustained reeks of oil and alcohol
I′ll prepare my brushes with strands of your hair, my inner method
I'll achieve your portrait with unique tinges from your own blood
In this haunted gallery, imprisoned in canvases of dread
Imprisoned in canvases of dread
Lying in their golden frames and waiting for stray guests to behead
They wait for stray guests to behead
The artist's will requires death by henchmen in blood effusion
They kill in blood red effusion
A fiendish pact, evil promise
They′re the ghosts of the spectral dominion
The ghosts of spectral dominion
The afterlife price against one duty
Murders, slaughters for newcomers eternally
Enlightened by the moon, staring at blank canvas
He could paint the corpses at his feet, his phantasmagorias
Soaking his brushes in blood, real abomination
Adorning the manor walls, completing his collection
In this haunted gallery, imprisoned in canvases of dread
Imprisoned in canvases of dread
Lying in their golden frames and waiting for stray guests to behead
They wait for stray guests to behead
The artist′s will requires death by henchmen in blood effusion
They kill in blood red effusion
A fiendish pact, evil promise
They're the ghosts of the spectral dominion
The ghosts of spectral dominion
My palette dripped with scarlet, my hands in a devil′s dance
As I conjured brutal tableaux, in a sanguinary trance
My art, a testament to evil, to a soul forever stained
A painter of the macabre, where sanity was maimed
In the annals of the damned, my legacy did unfurl
A wicked painter of blood, whose name shall ever curl
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