dragonChaser: Since this song serves as a narrated exposition, I think a good way to parallel would be with our own narrator...I'm thinking Aradia for the role. This means we could draw heavily from Aradia: Skip to the End to establish the setting of the trolls stranded in the veil. --Trainercase 21:28, March 18, 2011 (UTC)

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Original LyricsEdit

No one was left who could remember how it had happened,
how the world had fallen under darkness.
At least no one who would do anything.
No one who would oppose the robots.
No one who would challenge their power, or so Dr. Wily believed...

There is a skyline in the distance. A brilliant and bright city with 
building after building crowded into a dense and industrious center. 
The city is closer now. Rushing past the buildings to the base of one 
crumbling high-rise. The first story passes by. The second now, 
and with more speed. There is a blur of windows and brick.
Eighteen... Nineteen... ]

Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city,
Dr. Light lived in a run-down tenement.
An eccentric and brilliant man.
Light was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.
Ideas forbidden in Wily's society.
The society for which he worked.
The society in which he lived.
The society that he would set free.
And so Light worked, far into the night,
when the watchful eyes of Wily's robots weren't upon him.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a device 
to bring about a change, 
to create a machine to bring freedom, to create a man to save the world.
Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, 
Protoman was born.
A perfect man, an unbeatable machine, 
hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom, 
built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil robots.
Ready, willing, prepared to fight

The streets, the arteries of this metropolis, run with bodies. 
Crowding together, they flow out of the city, 
toward a superstructure east of town. A factory. A fortress. 
Glancing at it the facade resembles the face of a skeleton. 
Smoke pours from the stacks high above the outer wall. 
The gates are open. A figure stands in the light before the entrance. 
Perfectly still, he waits. The crash of metal destroys the silence. 
One by one the Robots step forward, step into the light. ]



The violence is surreal. Metal against metal, the sound is deafening. 
For most, the reaction is automatic. Hands cover ears. 
Mothers reach to cover eyes of terrified children. 
The blows are quick and precise. This is Protoman. 
Dealing death without remorse, without hesitation, and still, 
the fight is unbalanced. One against so many. 
Protoman fights without fear of defeat, although it is inevitable. 
The men keep their distance, straining to see every crushing blow 
through the smoke that has surrounded the ongoing battle. 
The din stops abruptly. Unsettlingly. ]


And as the smoke cleared, Wily rose above the countless robots remaining. 
Protoman was wounded, low on energy, struggling to remain standing 
as Wily ordered the final attack.

The death of Protoman.

The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed. 
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, 
they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who could let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from the collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the dead
We are the dead

Human Choir: What have we done?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: What will we do?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: Where will we turn?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: Is there nothing we can do?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: How did it come to this?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: How did we go so wrong?
Narrator: We are the dead
Human Choir: We are the dead