Trapped! (TV Series) - Music

Music

The music is written by Dobs Vye, a composer who specialises in writing for television.

  1. Series 1 : This is not a fairy tale. Come and play the game! If you want to take The Tower on, you have to say his name. It's Wiley Sneak, Wiley Sneak, Wiley Sneak. Now, it's off to The Tower, you'll be up against each other. Sabotage the game, my friend, but do not blow your cover. I am waiting for you kiddies. Who will take the wrap? 'Cause only One will escape and the rest... YOU'RE TRAPPED!!!
  2. Series 2 & 3 : This is not a fairy tale. Come and play the game! If you want to take The Tower on, you have to say his name. It's Wiley, Wiley, Wiley Sneak. It's off to The Tower, you'll be up against each other. Sabotage the game, my friend, but do not blow your cover! I am waiting for you kiddies. Who will take the wrap? 'Cause only One will escape and the rest... YOU'RE TRAPPED!!!
  3. Ever After : (The Voice) This is not a fairy tale, or is it? (Caretaker talks) For hundreds of years, only the most unfortunate are summoned to the Tower, ready to take on the Voice and her dark magical forces. There are tricks and challenges on every floor and someone not to be trusted! Only one will escape with the Key of Freedom, and the rest... (the Voice) YOU'RE TRAPPED: EVER AFTER!!!

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