Brushstroke light on chapel dome
Ink on parchment, minds that roam
Stars recharted, truth set free
In shadowed halls of Tuscany

Canvas and gunpowder
Beauty and thunder
Sculptors and soldiers
Shaping the plunder
The future born from fire and flair
Ideas and empires fill the air

Ships unmoored on golden seas
Silks and sins ride every breeze
One hand carves, the other takes
In marble grace, the canon wakes

Canvas and gunpowder
Faith and ambition
A crown of knowledge
Veiled by suspicion
From Sistine ceilings to battlefields
The soul paints truth, the sword conceals

Da Vinci dreams in code and wing
While tyrants plan what war will bring
The ink runs red, the lines still flow
Where wisdom climbs, the greed will grow

Canvas and gunpowder
Creation’s fire
Lifting the human
Higher and higher
Through paint and pain, we write our name
In light and smoke, we play the game

The world is torn, yet still it sings
Of minds like flames and deathless kings