The Tremor - Nightrage

Nothing hurts like the truth

A piece of perfidy

A deceitful behavior

Women’s lures

Deserted like an empty corpse

An uneasy conscience

Stigmatized in hell

He’s puffed up with conceit

There will come a day of retribution

They’re just lost dreams

Cursed to crawl between

Hypocrites and vain promises

My heart bleeds

The tremor of leaves

The tremor of leaves in the breeze

The tremor of leaves

The tremor of leaves in the…

You can’t weigh up

Where does this road lead

At whose door should the blame lie?

The lie lay heavy on his conscience

The tremor of leaves

The tremor of leaves in the breeze

The tremor of leaves

The tremor of leaves in the breeze