The Tremor — текст песни (Nightrage)

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.

[CHORUS:]
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.

[CHORUS]