DREAM BURROW

❄️ I AM TALISMANSKULLS. ❄️

My name is two words, no space. I spell it this way in purpose. Some call me Mr. Skulls. A few call me Talis. The bold, the foolish, or the doomed call me Tali   (unless they’re hot women — then it’s perfectly acceptable).

You’ll know me by the hat first:

a tall black top hat with forward‑curving horns and a skull concho. When that hat turns white, someone has made a catastrophic mistake. If you’re wondering whether it’s you… it probably is.

I walk where the world grows quiet — frost, thunder, forgotten wind. People mistake me for Death. They’re wrong. Death does paperwork. I do improvisation.

The Following are Two Versions of the same song in the style of Dark Metal and Blues.

Lyrics and Descriptions:

THE HOUSE OF SKULLS: THE REPRIMAND

Verse 1 — Solo Voice (Low, Cold, Ritualistic)

TalismanSkulls

About Mr. Skulls:

He is most often seen when the world grows quiet—when the night deepens, when the air turns sharp with cold, when storms roll in heavy with ice and thunder. Some mistake that timing for menace. Others learn better.

Those who encounter him first notice the hat.

A tall black top hat, classic and unmistakable, crowned by two forward-curving horns fixed into the band itself—sometimes the smooth, confident sweep of a young bull’s horns, sometimes the older, spiraled authority of a goat. Between them sits a skull concho, pale against the dark felt, a silent emblem of what has ended and what may yet begin.