Painters of the Tempest (Part II): Triptych Lux Lyrics
| Song | Painters of the Tempest (Part II): Triptych Lux |
| Artist | Ne Obliviscaris |
| Album | Citadel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
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| [by:九九Lrc歌词网～www.99Lrc.net] | |
| [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... |
| [05:14.76] | 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... |
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| by: jiu jiu Lrc ge ci wang www. 99Lrc. net | |
| [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 ninetails |
| [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] | Antimattermartyrs |
| [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... |
| [05:14.76] | 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 deathshrouded 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... |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| by: jiǔ jiǔ Lrc gē cí wǎng www. 99Lrc. net | |
| [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 ninetails |
| [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] | Antimattermartyrs |
| [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... |
| [05:14.76] | 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 deathshrouded 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... |
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