The Singing Skull - The Cursed Tapestry Lyrics

The Cursed Tapestry
By Bruce Alan Marcom

[Pipe Organ]
In Ravensblood's halls, where shadows creep,
A tapestry hangs, its secrets deep.
Woven with threads of midnight hue,
It whispers tales both dark and true.
[Pipe Organ]
Lord Ravensblood, with greed-filled eyes,
Commissioned art built on lies.
The weaver, a witch of ancient lore,
Cursed the cloth forevermore.

By day, it shows a peaceful scene,
Of knights and ladies on the green.
But as the clock strikes midnight's hour,
The tapestry reveals its power.
[Pipe Organ]
Figures writhe in silent screams,
Trapped forever in nightmare dreams.
Blood-red threads begin to glow,
As tortured souls their anguish show.

The lord who hangs upon the wall,
Forever damned within the hall.
His greed and pride now turned to dust,
His legacy, eternal mistrust.
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Brave knights who dare to spend the night,
Are driven mad by morning light.
For in the tapestry they see,
Their own dark fate, their destiny.

Oh, traveler, heed this warning well,
Of Ravensblood's unholy spell.
Avert your eyes as night draws near,
Lest the cursed tapestry draw you near.
[Pipe Organ]
For in its threads of doom and gloom,
Lies Ravensblood's eternal tomb.
A castle cursed, a legacy sealed,
In woven art, dark truths revealed.
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