Tremor

A figure
Dread Spectre
Withholder
Signed letter
Behind you
Beneath
Destruction unknown

‘Neath The Moon
Under stars
Hiding beyond
The smiles of the young
A seep through
Blades so fine
Carried across
A seed in the air

Feel your years
Old as hell

Hell
Fine

There is another world
Where I can belong
Boring, indifferent
The fear I’ve become
There is another world
But I can’t belong
Pure and magnificent
Where dreams die young

Dreams die young
Dreams die young
I’ve seen enough
Dreams die young

Hell