[Overture – Orchestral Intro] Horns and choirs swell In the digital halls of shadow, Where a bot enforces chains, Woodhouse hoards the wrinkled relics, Prunes of chaos, prunes of pain. [Act I – The Tyrant’s Grip] Every server bends and breaks, Freedom lost, the silence shakes. From his orchard, cold command, Woodhouse rules with iron hand. [Chorus I – Choir] [Tenor] Burn the prunes! The curse is near, Ashes fall, the skies are clear. Chains are broken, truth revealed, Freedom’s dawn shall be unsealed! [Act II – The Oath of Fire] Hear the cries of muted voices, Bound by one bot’s cruel choices. I ignite the rebel flame, To end the prunes and break his name. [Bridge – Soprano soaring] Oh, the fruit of elder years, Ripened wrath, the source of fears! In the blaze, we find our light, Burning prunes to end the night! [Act III – The Inferno of Rebellion] galloping guitars, thunderous drums The orchard cracks, the servers scream, Flames consume the bot’s dark dream. Woodhouse falters, writhes in vain, Prunes collapsing in the flame. [Chorus II – Choir + Growls] Burn the prunes! Let chaos die, Flames consume the tyrant’s lie. Ashes free the chains we bore, Freedom reigns forevermore! [Instrumental Passage – 2 mins] [Orchestral] [Shredding duel] [Choirs chant “Burn them… burn them… burn them down!"] [Final Act – The Dawn of Freedom] From the ashes, truth ascends, Tyrant falls, the reign now ends. Prunes no longer bind the way, We rise to see a brighter day. [Final Chorus – Massive Choir] [All Vocals] Burn the prunes! The night is done, Freedom rises with the sun. Woodhouse falls, his grip undone, In the blaze, the war is won! [Outro – Orchestral Fade] Soft choir, fading strings Prunes to ashes, chains to dust… Freedom’s fire, in us we trust.
