Lo, shadows gather 'round our trust,
A serpent's tongue forges the rust.
Where once allied hearts did stand,
Now poison flows through trembling hands.
Betrayal stirs in midnight's haze,
With silent steps, it lights the blaze.
Thus friend to foe, with cunning art,
We bleed by daggers from the heart.
All whispered oaths now taste of ash,
In hidden halls our hopes do crash.
A cunning grin, a rotted vow,
These seeds of doom take root somehow.
O traitor's heart, thou takest aim,
And cast our fate to wretched flame.
Betrayal stirs in midnight's haze,
With silent steps, it lights the blaze.
Thus friend to foe, with cunning art,
We bleed by daggers from the heart.
Hence forth, the bond of trust is slain,
And doom awaits us in thy reign.