The house of treachery official music video

The House of Treachery At the end of a road where the black roses grow, Stands a house that the moon fears to know. Its windows are mirrors of promises broken, Its halls are lined with unspoken tokens. The door greets strangers with a courteous smile, Yet measures their trust all the while. Each floorboard creaks with a whispered lie, Each shadow remembers a tearful goodbye. The clocks on the walls tick backward through years, Counting betrayals instead of fears. Portraits stare with accusing eyes, Guarding the secrets beneath disguise. In the attic sleeps a crown of gold, Won by the faithless, bought and sold. But every thief who claimed the prize Awoke to sorrow and hollow skies. For treachery feasts, yet is never fed; It builds its kingdom on the hearts of the dead. And the house still waits where the black roses grow, For the next lost soul who believes what it shows.