Tremors :Nemesis - Delhia De France, Robot Koch

We can ride forever

On the horses that will have no name

We can wear or never

Dusted armor of forever blame

Ooh, with a tremor sound

Ooh, on the quivered ground

Ooh, with a tremor sound

Ooh, from the primal mouth

Make a sound

From the core to mouth

From the ground of seas

Till you know how

To see

To feel

To see

To feel

We can ride forever

On the horses, frail yet still the same

We can cry together

And release into a quiet dream

Don’t you know how it feels right

How it feels again when

All the love you’re bleeding from

Is calling you within

Oh, it feels right, it feels okay

Let the drums expel the ghosts

That carry you away

Ooh, with a tremor sound

Ooh, on the quivered ground

When we shake it off

Then we shake it off

Then we shake it off

And we shake it off

We can ride forever, ever, ever, ever