The Gingerbread Rave
melodic power metal, galloping basslines, twin guitar harmonies, slap bass solos, tapping runs, gothic rock drama, love metal emotion, soaring tenor and deep baritone vocals, layered operatic harmonies, symphonic rock fusion, complex time signatures, virtuosic solos, analog synth arpeggios, jazzy piano flourishes, orchestral strings, majestic brass, psychedelic textures, mystical folk interludes, cinematic builds, arena rock power, grunge distortion, darkwave synths, resonant bass vocals, gothic choirs, neoclassical grandeur, western cinematic tension, epic crescendos, gospel choir layers, british folk, pagan folk, 70s acoustic guitars, soulful baritone crooning, romantic ballad intensity, poetic lyrical delivery, lush strings, jazzy chords, warm analog pads, groovy basslines, subtle reggae undertones, global rhythmic accents, heartfelt anthemic choruses, glossy hi-fi production, introspective yet uplifting vibe
The Gingerbread Rave
melodic power metal, galloping basslines, twin guitar harmonies, slap bass solos, tapping runs, gothic rock drama, love metal emotion, soaring tenor and deep baritone vocals, layered operatic harmonies, symphonic rock fusion, complex time signatures, virtuosic solos, analog synth arpeggios, jazzy piano flourishes, orchestral strings, majestic brass, psychedelic textures, mystical folk interludes, cinematic builds, arena rock power, grunge distortion, darkwave synths, resonant bass vocals, gothic choirs, neoclassical grandeur, western cinematic tension, epic crescendos, gospel choir layers, british folk, pagan folk, 70s acoustic guitars, soulful baritone crooning, romantic ballad intensity, poetic lyrical delivery, lush strings, jazzy chords, warm analog pads, groovy basslines, subtle reggae undertones, global rhythmic accents, heartfelt anthemic choruses, glossy hi-fi production, introspective yet uplifting vibe
Lyrics
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