Текст песни Nightrage - The Tremor

Nothing hurts like the truth
A piece of perfidy
A deceitful behaviour women's lures
Deserted like an empty corpse
An uneasy conscience

Stigmatised 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 breeze

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