歌词
(Verse 1)
In the land of lakes and forests, where the spirits roam,
There lived a painter with visions, making the unknown his home.
A visionary artist, with colors wild and free,
Captured life's mysteries, for all the world to see.
(Chorus)
Oh, the visionary, paint the world in hues untold,
With brushes dipped in dreams, your stories unfold.
From angels dancing in the dark to Death's gentle sway,
In every stroke, your spirit lives on, in vivid display.
(Verse 2)
In the halls of folklore, where myths and legends breed,
The visionary found his muse, in every whispered deed.
With eyes that saw beyond the veil, he brought the unseen near,
His canvas a window to the soul, where magic would appear.
(Chorus)
Oh, the visionary, paint the world in hues untold,
With brushes dipped in dreams, your stories unfold.
From angels dancing in the dark to Death's gentle sway,
In every stroke, your spirit lives on, in vivid display.
(Bridge)
Through shadows deep and forests dense, his journey would unfold,
In every stroke, a piece of him, a story to be told.
From wounded angels to the Reaper's gaze, his art did not confine,
But rather, in its boundless reach, it whispered of the divine.
(Chorus)
Oh, the visionary, paint the world in hues untold,
With brushes dipped in dreams, your stories unfold.
From angels dancing in the dark to Death's gentle sway,
In every stroke, your spirit lives on, in vivid display.
(Outro)
Though time may pass and ages turn, your legacy remains,
In every stroke, a symphony, where beauty breaks the chains.
Oh, the visionary, your art endures, a testament to life,
In colors bright and shadows deep, forever in the light.
(Post Scriptum)
And if you dare to look beyond the canvas's edge,
You'll find whispers of truth, where reality and myth converge.
For in the strokes of the visionary's hand, secrets lie,
A mirror to our souls, where hidden truths reside.
So gaze upon his art with eyes unbound,
And glimpse the world within, where mysteries abound.
