Verse 1:

In a dim-lit room with walls of gold,
Stands a painting with a story untold.
A portrait of a lady, serene and fair,
But her eyes follow you, with a haunted glare.

Chorus:

Beware the gaze of the cursed frame,
For the lady's eyes are never the same.
Once you meet her, you're never free,
She'll trap your soul for eternity.

Verse 2:

The artist's brush was filled with dread,
As he painted the lady, her eyes filled with dread.
The portrait was cursed, a spell gone wrong,
And now the lady waits, forlorn and strong.

Spoken Word:

They say the painting was made with dark intent,
A portrait that traps the soul, malevolent.
The artist's last creation, cursed by a spell,
Now the lady's gaze is a living hell.
Once you see her eyes, you're bound to stay,
For her curse is a price that you'll surely pay.

Bridge:

As the hours pass, the portrait shifts,
The lady's eyes follow, as the air lifts.
You'll feel her presence, cold and near,
As the cursed painting draws you to fear.

Chorus:

Beware the gaze of the cursed frame,
For the lady's eyes are never the same.
Once you meet her, you're never free,
She'll trap your soul for eternity."