I shall paint (only for thee)

Gothic Metal, Symphonic Metal, 18th century chamber music

[Verse 1]
These cobbled streets choke every breath,
With soot that stains my silken sleeve.
I paint in dreams, yet find but death
In alleys where the beggars grieve.
No sky, no field, no open air —
Just iron hearts and vacant stare.

[Pre-Chorus]
I was not born for streets of stone,
My heart still longs to walk alone.

[Verse 2]
My soul was never meant to dwell
Where chimneys blot the morning’s hue.
A restless tide, a boundless swell
Calls forth a life that feels more true.
With brush in hand and spirit wide,
I long to roam the countryside.

[Pre-Chorus]
I was not born for streets of stone,
My heart still longs to walk alone.

[Bridge]
I’ll chase the dawn through fields of green,
Where truth is felt and beauty seen.
No palace walls, no city’s call —
Just canvas, sky, and freedom’s thrall.

[Pre-Chorus]
I was not born for streets of stone,
My heart still longs to walk alone.

[Chorus]
I wish for meadows, fairytales,
for fleeting shadows, airy gales.
I wish for meadows, fairytales,
for fleeting shadows, airy gales.
Just take me, take me, flee with me, 
and I shall paint only for thee.

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[Chorus] I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. Just take me, take me, flee with me, and I shall paint only for thee. I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. Just take me, take me, flee with me, and I shall paint only for thee. [Verse 1] These cobbled streets choke every breath, With soot that stains my silken sleeve. I paint in dreams, yet find but death In alleys where the beggars grieve. No sky, no field, no open air — Just iron hearts and vacant stare. [Pre-Chorus] I was not born for streets of stone, My heart still longs to walk alone. [Chorus] I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. Just take me, take me, flee with me, and I shall paint only for thee. I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. Just take me, take me, flee with me, and I shall paint only for thee. I shall paint only for thee. [Verse 2] My soul was never meant to dwell Where chimneys blot the morning’s hue. A restless tide, a boundless swell Calls forth a life that feels more true. With brush in hand and spirit wide, I long to roam the countryside. [Pre-Chorus] I was not born for streets of stone, My heart still longs to walk alone. [Chorus] I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. Just take me, take me, flee with me, and I shall paint only for thee. I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. Just take me, take me, flee with me, and I shall paint only for thee. I shall paint only for thee. [Bridge] I’ll chase the dawn through fields of green, Where truth is felt and beauty seen. No palace walls, no city’s call — Just canvas, sky, and freedom’s thrall. [Pre-Chorus] I was not born for streets of stone, My heart still longs to walk alone. [Chorus] I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. Just take me, take me, flee with me, and I shall paint only for thee. I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. Just take me, take me, flee with me, and I shall paint only for thee. I shall paint only for thee. [Chorus] I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. I wish for meadows, fairytales, for fleeting shadows, airy gales. Just take me, take me, flee with me, and I shall paint only for thee.

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