Brendan "Cygnus" Brown - Painters of the Tempest (Part II): Triptych Lux lyrics

{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] ___ {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 ___ {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