[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...