RAO - (Krypton's Journey: Initial Contact, OA Guardian not Impressed)
[The track is a slow, methodical song with a sense of tense, rising anticipation that dissolves into dissonance. It begins with the chaotic, layered sounds of a messy, bustling city: clattering noises and a low, disorganized rumble. This chaos is suddenly cut by the cold, sterile hum of a cosmic vessel descending. The music shifts to a methodical, synthesized beat, cold and imposing. The climax is a jarring, percussive moment of dismissal, with a deep, echoing voice of authority. The song ends with the sterile hum of the vessel and a final, lingering feeling of shame and disappointment over the chaotic sounds of the city.]
RAO - (Krypton's Journey: Initial Contact, OA Guardian not Impressed)
[The track is a slow, methodical song with a sense of tense, rising anticipation that dissolves into dissonance. It begins with the chaotic, layered sounds of a messy, bustling city: clattering noises and a low, disorganized rumble. This chaos is suddenly cut by the cold, sterile hum of a cosmic vessel descending. The music shifts to a methodical, synthesized beat, cold and imposing. The climax is a jarring, percussive moment of dismissal, with a deep, echoing voice of authority. The song ends with the sterile hum of the vessel and a final, lingering feeling of shame and disappointment over the chaotic sounds of the city.]
Lyrics
(A) [The chaotic, layered sounds of a messy, bustling city: clattering noises and a low, disorganized rumble.]
(B) NARRATOR (spoken, a sense of a disorganized reality):
The walls were high... a testament to steel...
But inside the city... the cracks were real.
A mashed-up maze... of glass and stone...
A promise broken... on a crystal throne.
(C) [A sudden, cold, sterile hum of a cosmic vessel begins to descend. The music shifts to a methodical, synthesized beat.]
(D) CHANTERS (low, layered, with a sense of awe and fear):
The stars drew near...
The sky was torn...
A new god came...
With light newborn...
(E) NARRATOR (sung, a sense of solemn observation):
The ship descended on a silent beam,
A perfect form in a broken dream.
A figure steps, with armor gleam,
A cold protector, or so it seemed.
The Manhunter waits, a silent guard,
While all our lives are torn and scarred.
(F) [The music softens. The sound of a cold, mechanical voice is heard.]
(G) NARRATOR (spoken, the voice of the feckless leader):
We are the heirs to a mighty race!
The masters of this cold place!
We stand as one... with purpose grand!
(H) [A jarring, percussive moment of dismissal. A deep, echoing, unimpressed voice enters.]
(I) GUARDIAN (spoken, a voice of cold authority):
A scattered people. No more than a crowd.
Your walls are weak... your purpose... flawed.
You lack all focus... all resolve.
A problem not worth... my time to solve.
(J) [The sterile hum of the vessel grows. It ascends and disappears with a cold, sonic boom. The music fades to silence.]
(K) [The cold hum of the ship's interior fills the space as it ascends. The Guardian, his back to the window, whispers to the massive, silent Manhunter standing beside him.]
(L) GUARDIAN (whispering, cold and dismissive):
I wouldn't worry about this planet too much. You can probably just ignore them. They can't see beyond their petty problems or their dual moons, to concern themselves with cosmic concerns.
(M) [The Manhunter turns its head slowly, a low, mechanical grunt rising from its chassis. Its singular red optic flares slightly, a visual representation of a kind of laugh.]