Treachery lies on dead bones talking.

Treachery lies

where treachery falls

in the hands of infamy

holding the sword.

That creeps up behind,

thrust into the back,

the flesh exposed,

a dead heart bleeding.

In grey skies dark,

a cloud reigns

on tears pouring

while pain grows

on the plain

of the unforgiving.

Betrayal lies in a forest hidden

where dead bones tell no lies,

as deceit follows

where deceit flies

hiding in the shades of others,

the shadows of brothers move.