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Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything

In the dim glow of candlelight, Tasha’s forbidden laughter echoes through dungeon halls.
Spells warp, oaths shatter, Fey tricksters dance, and the Weave itself burns. Each track is a
spell ripped from her Cauldron, each riff a dice roll against fate. This album isn’t just music —
it’s a campaign. Every song is an encounter, a saving throw, or a boss fight. By the final dice
roll, all that remains is ash and legend.

[Verse 1 – clean, ethereal with piano/strings]
Her cauldron stirs in shadows deep,
Dreams of power, secrets keep.
Every spell a story untold,
Every whisper bartered in gold.

[Pre-Chorus – whispered female vox]
Pages burn, the truth concealed…
Darkened hands, a fate revealed.

[Chorus – soaring cleans with choir, growls underneath]
Cauldron of secrets, bound in flame,
Every answer speaks her name.
Mysteries rising, power devours,
Knowledge blooms in shadowed hours.

[Verse 2 – growls, heavier guitars enter]
FORBIDDEN RITUALS, INKED IN BLOOD,
SCARS OF CHAOS, ARCANE FLOOD.
WHISPERS FESTER, MINDS COLLAPSE,
TAKE THE GIFT—NO TURNING BACK!

[Pre-Chorus – clean/growl overlap]
Pages burn, the truth concealed…
Darkened hands, a fate revealed.

[Chorus – repeat, more orchestral swells]
Cauldron of secrets, bound in flame,
Every answer speaks her name.
Mysteries rising, power devours,
Knowledge blooms in shadowed hours.

[Bridge – whispered vox + growls layered, atmospheric break]
(whisper): “Drink the potion, claim the lie…”
(growl): DEMONS RISING, SOULS WILL DIE!
(whisper): “Every choice, a twisted thread…”
(growl): ARCANE VOICES OF THE DEAD!

[Breakdown – heavy guitars, double kicks, choir backing]
LORE UNHOLY—CHAOS WRITHES!
SPELLS AWAKEN—DEMONS RISE!
TASHA’S CAULDRON—SECRETS BLEED!
KNOWLEDGE CURSED, YET ALL WILL FEED!

[Final Chorus – full symphonic swell, soaring cleans, layered choirs, growls beneath]
Cauldron of secrets, bound in flame,
Every answer speaks her name.
Mysteries rising, power devours,
Knowledge blooms in shadowed hours.

[Outro – whispered, fading into reverb]
The cauldron stirs… the secret’s yours…

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