In the vault of memories beneath dust and grime
Lucy's steps echo through the corridors of time
Old tapes spin tales in a voice so grave
Of a world before that no one could save
Each record a relic a whisper of the flame
That scorched the earth yet left the spirit tame
Ghosts in the machines their secrets spill
Onto pages of the past against the survivor's will
Strum the chords of the old world's end
Where heroes fall and timelines bend
Orchestral echoes fill the night
As Lucy lights the dark with old-world sight
A projector flickers a shadow play
Ancient feuds and alliances in disarray
Conspiracies surface with each reel's spin
Unveiling the sins draped in pre-war din
With a guitar's cry and a string's lament
The past revives its tale half-spent
Lucy's journey through bygone lore
Finds truth in myths folklore no more
Strum the chords of the old world's end
Where heroes fall and timelines bend
Orchestral echoes fill the night
As Lucy lights the dark with old-world sight
So play on beneath the faded skies
Where history's shadow forever lies
In the pulse of the rock and the orchestra's flow
Lucy finds the keys to what futures may grow