Circle of the Miscast

Circle of the Miscast

@Антон Васьков

metal, Blistering thrash/speed metal at ~220 BPM, male vocals in a snarl-to-scream range. Razor-edged palm-muted guitars locked with relentless double-time drums, sudden halftime drops under pre-chorus. Chorus opens with gang shouts and unison riff stabs. Brief tremolo-picked melodic lead mirrors the vocal hook before final chorus. Dry, aggressive mix with sharp top-end on rhythm guitars and a snarling mid-forward bass., speed metal

72 26.01.2026
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Текст песни

[Verse 1] Candles choke on the rotten air Chalk lines crawl like spiders on stone Tongue of ash Eyes rolled bare He claws at the veil alone Rotten books and a stolen bone Rust-red symbols drip and twist He trades his breath for a colder throne Every word a poisoned wish [Pre-Chorus] He calls for shadows Calls for kings He thinks he owns the night he sings [Chorus] Circle of the miscast Blood runs thin He tore the gate wide Something crawled in (hey!) Not the dead he ordered from the grave Just a laughing demon Digging up his shame Circle of the miscast Candles drown He built his kingdom It burned him down [Verse 2] Black flame blooms in a shattered skull Pages scream Every letter alive Voices swarm Cruel and full “Name your price ” they hiss and thrive He spits his soul into broken glass Names the power Signs the lie Shadows crack Something vast Opens up a hungering eye [Pre-Chorus] He calls for silence Calls for sleep But the thing he woke wants him to keep [Chorus] Circle of the miscast Blood runs thin He tore the gate wide Something crawled in (oh!) Not the dead he ordered from the grave Just a laughing demon Digging up his shame Circle of the miscast Candles drown He built his kingdom It burned him down [Bridge] Claws of smoke in his choking lungs Rips his name from his ragged tongue Skin turns script Veins turn chains Every boast carved back in pain No last bargain No last plea Every curse comes home to feed His bones His breath His ragged cry Fuel the thing that watched him die [Chorus] Circle of the miscast Blood runs cold He bought forever Paid in soul (hey!) Not the dead he ordered from the grave Just a starving demon Carving out his name Circle of the miscast Ash and stone His failed enchantment is its throne

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