The last line of defense for the king eternal; panning, pulsing synths dance around solemn and proud brass, with massive, distant percussion driving their united soul forwards. A lone female vocal soars above the crowd, imbuing the warriors with a courage unbeknownst to mortal men. The pace seems to quicken, the day will be won. An out of this world outro will stir the souls of generations.

The voice of the people stirs amidst the iron fist of tyranny. Low chanting male choirs amidst thunderous percussion grip the hearts of the people to rise. Then the whole of the planet joins. Choirs of power, soaring strings ostinatos, piercing brass and a warring rhythm drive the movement onwards to glory.

Cold pianos, tremolo electric guitars, sputtering and swirling synth pulses give way to a quietly vengeful strings ostinato. Something calls to that very center of the ancient warrior. A staccato choir chants the eternal words, as a fiery power grows from within. That higher power was not just a legend. It was power incarnate. It was the very essence of life. He just never knew until this moment. A thrilling Act 3 fueled by earth-shattering drums, blazing short strings, and a choir singing the very heavens into undeniable presence bring to a close that power which is now made manifest to the young warrior.

Darkness has been waiting in the wings. A cold distant ping, a fluttering effect of unknown origins, pounding percussion mix with vengeful, confident strings ostinatos. The clarion call of that arch-enemy blasts out as a signature sound, a grand terror that strikes in the heart of our forces. High female choirs sing atop the driving cloud of retribution. The Act 3 and finale will leave us breathless. This is it.

A humble man and woman huddle in the mountain pass. Against the odds their baby is born under falling snow and distant booms of war. The enemy missed these two. And soon they will pay. Their child grows up around chanting, ancient monks, war percussion, blazing strings ostinatos, and pure unadulterated fearlessness. 13 years old his prowess for battlefield awareness and slingBlade agility have him commanding the Armada. The proud choir dirge of his youth is his shield. The fire that grows in Act 3 is his punishment; a glorious judgment bolstered by percussive adrenaline and fury.

Deadly hydrogen winds scream across the surface of the yellow sea strong enough to rip the flesh from bones of any unfortunate lifeforms caught in the open bled. A ship rises to the surface, impervious to the deadly storm. Ostinato and brass, with flourishes of strings, choirs, drones, and FX highlight this instellar anthem.

In the bracing chill of dawn's first watch, condensation clouds envelop the soldiers' heads. As they quietly walk across the frost-covered battlefields, suddenly the tense calm explodes into a flurry of gunfire. Rhythmic brass and strings are backed by a soaring choir with clocks, drones and loops of percussion and taiko.

A journey through space and time, the ship tears through the galaxy at a reckless pace leaving behind a wake of pure chaos. A cosmic odyssey of brass and strings accentuated by drones and FX with deep braams of celestial density.

Dense crowds of onlookers struggle to pierce their gaze through the dark and brooding rainclouds when finally the towering mech descends from sky, its titanium arms and legs challenging the height of any structures in the city's skyline. Curiosity turns to terror as a blinding sword is unsheathed like the sun itself appeared before them. Arms raised high it prepares to strike a blow that will shatter the will of the defiant planet. A pacing ostinato is slammed with repeated drums and screaming drones as huge bells slam against the taiko rhythms and soaring choir.

Reflections of the electric city lights silently flash by on the visor of the rider's helmet creating a dancing flow of neon lights. The lights turn to splashes of red droplets and the wheels scream through a river of red on the street. Slowly the rider reaches down to pull out the gravity disruptor at his side.Ominous choirs, cool synths and building strings pace this cyber anthem with slamming percussion and deep braam drops that build into a flurry of peaks and valleys. The soundtrack for the future of punk dystopia.