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The Curse Took All Four Dark Medieval Ballad

She buried them all. An 80-year-old mother breaks her silence and tells the story no one in the kingdom dares to repeat. A failed exorcism. A forbidden mountain. A king who turned his back. A serpent in the river. Four children. Four deaths. One curse that never ended. This dark medieval storytelling ballad unfolds in a minor key with slow classical guitar arpeggios, raw animal-skin drums, and a weathered violin that weeps through the silence. The voice is not theatrical — it is broken, aged, and real. Like someone confessing what truly happened. No choirs. No modern sound. Just grief, wood, skin, and string. Listen if you dare to hear how the curse began. Lyrics: bear a curse, no soul can flee, My daughter died beside the sea. The priest, impure, could not prevail, Her final scream became a wail. The shadows claim her where they lie, A mother’s grief beneath black sky. My eldest son climbed the dark, cold height, To seek revenge, to find the right. The mountain kept its secret well, An eagle brought him home from hell. His head lay on the pure white snow, I wept alone, my heart laid low. My second daughter loved the king, But he abandoned her, cruel thing. She could not bear the shame and pain, And chose the night to end her strain. The world called us cursed, she died, Her sorrow washed in silent tide. The youngest son fished by river bend, A serpent struck, he met his end. Beneath the waves he sank away, My heart still aches to this dark day. Four children gone, my soul is torn, The curse remains, my life forlorn. #medievalmusic #darksong #darkmusic