Scootaloo and the other foals are herded into the central chamber of the Factory ā the assembly area. Here, they see conveyor belts, cages, and the looming Pegasus Device itself. The screams of past victims seem to echo through the walls, mingling with the grinding of machinery. The foals realize the full horror: the rumors are true, Rainbows are made from their kind. This track marks the horror reveal ā despair replaces fear, and hopelessness overwhelms them.
Lyrics
The air is thick with cries untold, A symphony of screams grown cold. The walls remember every sound, A thousand voices still resound.
Chains above and gears below, The truth revealed, the colors show. Rainbows carved from shattered dreams, An endless hall of broken screams.
(Chorus) Assembly of screams, the harvest begins, A nightmare of metal, a chorus of sins. No mercy, no sunlight, no hope in these beams, Weāre fuel for the factory, an assembly of screams.
Eyes grow wide, no place to hide, The Device awaits, its maw is wide. Every failure marked for flame, Every life reduced to shame.
(Chorus) Assembly of screams, the harvest begins, A nightmare of metal, a chorus of sins. No mercy, no sunlight, no hope in these beams, Weāre fuel for the factory, an assembly of screams.
(Bridge ā chaotic, distorted) Screams on the wind, they pierce the air, Voices of those who perished there. Rainbows glow in pools of red, A tapestry woven by the dead.
(Outro ā fading into whispers) The cries go on, they never fade, Each soul consumed, each Rainbow made.
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