The circle closes (So be it) (V5.5 remastered, own voice)
dark blackgaze with 90s alt rock mix, midtempo pulse, syncopated punchy drums, subtle military-style snare ghost notes and distant marching rolls in background, round melodic bass lines, dense reverb wall-of-sound guitars, layered guitar stacks, dreamy arpeggios in intro, subtle synth flashes, rapsy baritone male lead with grit, occasional falsetto hush for contrast, doubled vocals in choruses, harmonized chorus lift, wide stereo image, swirling modulation effects, tape saturation warmth, dynamic arrangement with strong contrast, near-silent fragile bridge with no drums and minimal elements, slow tension rebuild, expansive final chorus with maximum layering, emotional peak then fragile outro collapse, plate reverb tails, organic humanized timing, cinematic arc, introspective and tense mood, controlled intensity build, breathing space between sections
The circle closes (So be it) (V5.5 remastered, own voice)
dark blackgaze with 90s alt rock mix, midtempo pulse, syncopated punchy drums, subtle military-style snare ghost notes and distant marching rolls in background, round melodic bass lines, dense reverb wall-of-sound guitars, layered guitar stacks, dreamy arpeggios in intro, subtle synth flashes, rapsy baritone male lead with grit, occasional falsetto hush for contrast, doubled vocals in choruses, harmonized chorus lift, wide stereo image, swirling modulation effects, tape saturation warmth, dynamic arrangement with strong contrast, near-silent fragile bridge with no drums and minimal elements, slow tension rebuild, expansive final chorus with maximum layering, emotional peak then fragile outro collapse, plate reverb tails, organic humanized timing, cinematic arc, introspective and tense mood, controlled intensity build, breathing space between sections
Lyrics
They raised the edge and called it right,
They fed it well, they held it tight,
No thought of where the arc might bend,
Or how it circles back again.
Some cried of danger at the gates,
Some lit the fire with their breath,
But the circle closed around them,
As their voices sang the anthem.
Ohh…
Their fury turns against their hands,
Ohh…
The weight is more than they can stand.
So be it.
They wear their virtue like a shield,
While trading anger for control,
But the weapon that they cherished,
Took its toll upon their own.
Ohh…
Their fury turns against their hands,
Ohh…
The weight is more than they can stand.
So be it.
They cry order while they fight,
They cry freedom while they bind,
Ohh…
Their reflection leaves them blind.
Ohh…
The circle closes once again,
Ohh…
Their judgment falls within their den.
So be it.
Was it worth the fire you fed?
Was it worth the cries at night?
When your children wipe their eyes…
Prove me wrong.
You pointed far, but it struck so near,
The weight of all that rage is here.
If you can still believe it’s right…
Prove me wrong.
Ohh...
Ohh...