{Movement 1: Creator}
[Verse 1: Xenoyr]
Come forth dark herald
Bringer of light
Bourne by the burning swans and his plague breath
Creator of the dream coil, a halo aloft
As hands entwine
Painters of the tempest, with their red hands
The world their canvas
Through the mist of the stormgla**
[Violin Solo: Tim Charles]
[Pre-Chorus 1: Xenoyr]
And Bruegel dreamt the angels above
As Bosch danced in earthly delight
[Chorus 1: Tim]
Angels fall
Into the canvas
Reaching for the light
Heaven is empty
And all the beauty is here
[Verse 2: Xenoyr]
Upon this bone palette
The sway of nine-tails
Layered lashings of euphoria and chaos
Triptychs unfold like wings
As the arms of our fathers bear the weight of what they've done
Anti-matter-martyrs
[Bridge: Tim]
Warmth of life
Where they sing of fire
Children's eyes, for they all shine
As tears rise, oceans of flame billow
When all dreams lose hope
[Pre-Chorus 2: Xenoyr]
And Bruegel wept for the fading sun
Where have all the angels gone?
[Chorus 2: Tim, Xenoyr]
Angels fall
Into the canvas
Reaching for the light
Heaven is empty
As hell below
And hell below
Painted by ghosts
[Outro]
Lords of lifeless eyes
In this garden of wilted flowers
Vultures spake the mother tongue
[Guitar Solo: Benjamin Baret]
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{Movement 2: Cynosure}
[Verse: Tim]
Hear the children
Breathless sleep
Where they dream a new day
Echoing
Oh when they dream
Ebb and flow, free falling
Beautiful and calm
And fragile, and whole
Where they dream a new day
Through the coil they course and carousel
Echoes
Hear the lost children
Hear the children sing
Through the coil they carousel
Within this stained gla** womb
They sing with open minds
[Ba** Solo: Brendan "Cygnus" Brown]
[Violin Solo: Tim]
[Guitar Solo: Benjamin]
[Chorus: Xenoyr]
Within this stained gla** womb
They see with open minds
The event horizon and beyond
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{Movement 3: Curator}
[Verse: Xenoyr]
A wasteland and so barren
Haunted by a sea of pale faces
The city of lost children
Raising their d**h-shrouded flags
Can you hear the redrum pounding?
The heartbeat of many as one
Curator, father, what have we become?
[Chorus: Tim]
Radiance, blinding horizon
The brilliant sunrise
Their horizons, where they seize this life
Our children
Painters, they are
They are, the change
Painters