Treacherous Domain - Antestor

As I whisper gently into sleeping ears

Strange images appear and fills the horizon

Focus seems to be drawn away from me Whilst colours fade, time ceases to exist

Dreaming, doors opening

Waking, can this be real

Wake up Fraud

To see what I have foreseen

Fraud

To be what I have become

A treacherous domain

Sing with me this last song

As I lay myself to rest

Unfulfilled promises of change

This is the end

Sing for me this swan-song

Everlasting hope disappearing

Built upon promises of gold

Makes this deceit tenfold

I have caressed this lie

Forsaken I will die

Sing with me this last song

Before I lay myself to rest

All I’ve ever been will be gone

Sing for me this manifest

Fraud