Dost Thou Knoweth Not? War is Art!
The painters gather to the canvas now.
Their instruments of art, unique in shape,
Are dipped into the paint flowing within.
They brush each other, paint slung ev'rywhere.
The land begins to shine with crimson hues.
The painters gather to the canvas now.
Their instruments of art, unique in shape,
Are dipped into the paint flowing within.
They brush each other, paint slung ev'rywhere.
The land begins to shine with crimson hues.