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.

[Intro – soft clean vox + piano/choir]
The table waits, the dice are thrown,
Fate decides, you’re not alone.
Whispers fade, the hour turns,
In the end… everything burns.

[Verse 1 – clean with growing intensity]
Heroes fallen, shadows rise,
Hope extinguished in the skies.
Every choice, a final cost,
Every roll, the battle lost.

[Pre-Chorus – whispered vox]
Cast your fate, the fire calls,
Ashes rise as darkness falls.

[Chorus – soaring clean + layered growls, massive orchestration]
Everything burns, the final dice roll,
Chaos devours, consuming the soul.
Ashes and embers, kingdoms will fall,
Nothing remains when the dice make the call.

[Verse 2 – growls over heavy riffs]
WORLD IN FLAMES, THE WEAVE DECAYS,
EVERY SPELL WILL DIE AWAY.
FLAMES OF CHAOS, CROWNS IN DUST,
FINAL JUDGEMENT — BROKEN TRUST!

[Pre-Chorus – clean/growl overlap]
Cast your fate, the fire calls,
Ashes rise as darkness falls.

[Chorus – repeat, full symphonic power]
Everything burns, the final dice roll,
Chaos devours, consuming the soul.
Ashes and embers, kingdoms will fall,
Nothing remains when the dice make the call.

[Bridge – extended orchestral + shred solo]
(Huge symphonic build, choirs + strings swell, then an epic final shred solo — fast sweeps, dramatic bends, like flames consuming all.)

[Breakdown – slow, crushing, half-tempo]
DICE DECIDE — THE END IS HERE!
ASHES SPEAK — THE END IS CLEAR!
EVERYTHING — RETURNS TO FLAME!
NOTHING LASTS — ALL THE SAME!

[Final Chorus – soaring clean, choir, growls underneath]
Everything burns, the final dice roll,
Chaos devours, consuming the soul.
Ashes and embers, kingdoms will fall,
Nothing remains when the dice make the call.

[Outro – soft clean vox fading into whispers + strings]
The dice are cast…
The fire takes all…
Everything burns…
The final call.

Everything Burns (The Final Dice Roll)

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