Songtexte:
A Portrait Of Grace

his windowed room of light he lay the oil upon the canvas, brought sweet memory to life his speckled beard a brush of colour, his spotted hands both grace

ballerinas with graceful motions Magenta forests on a crimson sea The electric clouds ar as vivid as can be Scarlet moons in a domino sky Take my hand

of the artist Who painted this picture of me He saw with the eyes of a master How beautiful my life could be Where once was a portrait of gloom and

his windowed room of light He lay the oil upon the canvas, brought sweet memory to life His speckled beard a brush of color His spotted hands both grace

grace And it's not just a sign or a sacrament It's not just a metaphor for love The blood is real and it's not just a symbol of your faith So leave

woman... Such deadly woman... Came out from a dream In a autumnal night... In an autumnal night passion... How deep, how graceful, how fiery, How vibrant

flashing by like in dreams Nightmares that will never end Insanity is approaching I can feel the sense of it's entity I have become a child of disgrace

We need, we need an answer A hope and an end to the searching We need, we need a portrait of grace Just one steady thing in a world that aches In a world

plays Frozen, this bosom aches, piercing lullabies, piercing preys Only cellos, black robes and gowns, dimly dance for air in grief And looming portraits of a