Lyrics by Kaien Von Rode © [Verse 1] Cold shadows dancing on the canvas of the night... I've waited in the dark, for your single spark of light. The crimson on my hands, looks like dried and faded blood... Within this silent studio... awakes a raging flood. [Pre-Chorus 1] One stroke. Sharp pain. Agony and art. Red lines. Cold chains. Wrapped around my heart. I’m falling down so de-e-ep... but I yield to the abyss! [Chorus] Welcome to the Art of Lo-o-ove! Where the thorns embrace who we a-a-are! A masterpiece of light and dust! Like a fa-a-alling, dying sta-a-ar! We sacrifice our mortal souls, To make this bleeding canvas who-o-ole! For-e-ver-mo-o-ore! This is... the Art of Love. [Verse 2] The marble starts to crumble... the sculpture comes alive, We leave a trail of ruin just to see if we survi-i-ive. No angels sing above us, and no heaven sheds a tear... When all our desperation is framed and captured he-e-ere. [Pre-Chorus 2] New shape. Dark mind. Fascinating grace. Lost souls. So blind. Trapped inside this space. I drink the sweetest poison that you offer from your hand... [Chorus] Welcome to the Art of Lo-o-ove! Where the thorns embrace who we a-a-are! A masterpiece of light and dust! Like a fa-a-alling, dying sta-a-ar! We sacrifice our mortal souls, To make this bleeding canvas who-o-ole! For-e-ver-mo-o-ore! This is... the Art of Love. [Verse 3] Forgotten little fragments... in a labyrinth of glass, Where every sweet illusion has shattered in the pa-a-ast. Each breath is getting heavier... a heavy final stroke, I finish my creation in the ashes and the smoke. [Pre-Chorus 3] Pure lust. Deep cuts. Sorrow and desire. Old sins. Burn up. Thrown into the fire! The velvet curtain falls... and we are ready for the end! [Bridge] Yeah, step into the shadows where the colors turn to red! Painting all the canvas with the voices in my head! Tear my beating heart away! No turning back from the dark decay! Make it immortal, we're crossing the line! Let the grand finale ri-i-ise! Our time to shine! [Chorus] Wel-come to the Art of Lo-o-ove! Where the thorns embrace who we a-a-are... A masterpiece of light and dust! Like a fa-a-alling, dying sta-a-ar! We sacrifice our mortal souls, To make this bleeding canvas who-o-ole! For-e-ver-mo-o-ore! This is... the Art of Love. [Outro] The Art of Love... One... final... stroke. Surrender now... ...to the Art of Love. [End]
