[00:00.93][Movement 1: Creator]
[00:30.49]Come forth dark herald
[00:34.04]Bringer of light
[00:37.48]Bourne by the burning swans...and his plague breath
[00:44.30]Creator
[00:47.42]Of the dream coil, a halo aloft as hands entwine
[01:16.82]Painters of the tempest, with their red hands
[01:25.60]The world their canvas
[01:29.87]Through the mist of the stormglass...
[02:34.04]And Brueghel dreamt the angels above
[02:39.22]As Bosch danced in earthly delight
[02:44.44]Angels fall...
[02:46.76]Into the canvas
[02:50.90]Reaching for the light
[02:54.40]Heaven is empty
[03:00.34]...and all the beauty is here
[03:05.10]Upon this bone palette
[03:08.60]The sway of nine-tails
[03:11.62]Layered lashings of euphoria and chaos
[03:18.10]Triptychs unfold like wings
[03:21.51]As the arms of our fathers bear the weight of what they've done
[03:30.04]Anti-matter-martyrs
[04:32.89]Warmth of life
[04:37.34]Where they sing of fire
[04:39.91]Children's eyes... for they all shine
[04:43.61]As tears rise, oceans of flame billow
[04:51.26]When all dreams lose hope...
[05:10.76]And Brueghel wept for the fading sun Where have all the angels gone?
[05:14.80]Angels fall...
[05:17.22]Into the canvas
[05:22.21]Reaching for the light
[05:25.42]Heaven is empty
[05:31.02]As hell below
[05:39.84]And hell below
[05:48.90]Painted by ghosts
[05:50.42]Lords of lifeless eyes
[05:52.39]In this garden of wilted flowers
[05:57.08]Vultures spake the mother tongue...
[07:09.47][Movement 2: Cynosure]
[07:23.10]Hear the children
[07:27.62]Breathless sleep
[07:30.90]Where they dream a new day
[07:36.35]Echoing...
[07:39.69]Oh when they dream
[07:42.96]Ebb and flow,... free falling
[07:47.99]Beautiful and calm...
[07:53.43]And fragile, and whole
[07:56.20]Where they dream a new day
[07:59.43]Through the coil they course and carousel
[08:08.65]Echoes,...
[08:21.34]Hear the lost children
[08:24.05]Hear the children sing
[08:26.80]Through the coil they carousel
[08:34.50]Within this stained glass womb
[08:41.41]They sing with open minds...
[10:34.55]Within this stained glass womb
[10:40.34]They see with open minds
[10:45.96]The event horizon and beyond
[11:04.53][Movement 3: Curator]
[12:45.93]A wasteland and so barren, haunted by a sea of pale faces
[12:54.42]The city of lost children, raising their death-shrouded flags
[13:03.69]Can you hear the redrum pounding? The heartbeat of many as one...
[13:12.30]Curator, father... what have we become?
[14:58.12]Radiance, blinding horizon
[15:08.24]The brilliant sunrise
[15:12.40]Their horizons, where they seize this life
[15:21.99]Our children...
[15:25.24]Painters, they are
[15:33.18]They are, the change
[15:47.56]Painters...