The Gingerbread Rave

[A Narrator's voice, old and wise] And so the children, hand in hand There's nowhere left for you to hide! [Duet] We'll push you in your oven deep And sow the bitter seeds you reap! [With a final, climactic orchestral swell and a crash of cymbals, the rave music glitches, distorts, and dies with a long, distorted scream. Silence.] (Outro) [The quiet, melancholic folk melody from the intro returns. Lyra and Azazel are seen walking away from the now-dark and silent "Gingerbread House." The Narrator's voice returns.] [The Narrator] They took no jewels, they took no gold Just a story that was getting old They learned the lesson, paid the cost That all that glitters... is not lost... But must be burned... to clear the way... For the dawning of a truer day. [Lyra - her voice is a clear, sorrowful melody] The forest breathes a scent of dread The words the angels said are dead The path you promised, brave and true Has disappeared from every view [Azazel - his voice is a powerful, weary tenor] The stars are blind, the moon is pale This is a dark and twisted tale We left a war to find a home And now we're just condemned to roam [Lyra] Do you hear that? A sound... a drum... A promise that the dawn will come! [Azazel] I know that sound... it is a lie The place where weary souls go to die Be careful, Lyra, of the light That burns too strong and way too bright [The folk metal fades away completely. They arrive at a clearing. The source of the light and music is a bizarre, vibrant rave. This is Papa Midnight's new club. The music is now full-blown, chaotic, high-energy German Rave.] [The Rave Choir - a chaotic, drugged-out chorus led by Papa Midnight's distorted voice] Tischlein, deck dich! – Linie liegt! Zwerg bringt Pill’n und die Hexe mixt! Wach bis morgen, Kopf explodiert! Tischlein, deck dich – alles eskaliert! Welcome, children, to the feast! For the greatest soul and for the least! Forget the sorrow, forget the pain Just dance with me in the candy rain! Here, there's no Heaven, there's no Hell Just a story that you can live to tell! Sie sagt: „Einmal ziehn und dann fliegst du frei!“ Ich seh nur Farben, die Uhr ist tot! Doch der Beat sagt mir: „Bleib im Modus, Bro!“ (But the beat tells me: "Stay in the zone, bro!") [Lyra] This isn't freedom... this is a cage! The final act on a broken stage! [Azazel] He fattens us on empty joys! We're just his broken, little toys! He wants to cook us in his fire Of endless, unfulfilled desire! [Papa Midnight - laughing, his voice booming over the track] The oven's hot, the time is now! To the god of nothing, you will bow! [The Rave Choir] Hänsel hat Hunger, doch knackt sich 'ne Line! Gretel zieht nach – ihr Blick wird gemein! Der Ofen glüht, die Hexe ist drauf! Sie stirbt nicht – sie lacht – und fliegt durch den Rauch! [End]