Текст (слова) песни: Nightrage - The Tremor

Nothing hurts like the truth, a piece of perfidy, a deceitful behaviour,
womens lures, deserted like an empty corpse, an uneasy conscience.

Stigmatised in hell, hes puffed up with conceit,
there will come a day of retribution, theyre just lost dreams,
cursed to crawl between hypocrites and vain promises,
my heart bleeds.

[CHORUS:]
The tremor of leaves in the breeze.

You cant weigh up, where does this road lead,
at whose door should the blame lie?
The lie lay heavy on his conscience.

[CHORUS]
Другие песни Nightrage:

At The Ends Of The Earth
Circle Of Pain
Elusive Emotion
Ethereal
Gloomy Daydreams
Hero
In My Heart
Macabre Apparition
The Glow Of The Setting Sun
The Howls Of The Wolves [Instrumental]
The Tremor