Texty:
All That Remains Now Let Them Tremble

Now Now let them Now let them tremble

Now, Now let them, Now let them tremble...

Now, Now let them, Now let them tremble...

music and the madness That's pulling me into this And the shades of the lamps are woven red The light, it stains and consecrates Anointing all forgotten forms That

bridge Where it opens to let the boats through But the natives all laugh at grandpas old stories And swear that it just isn't true Now most of them

misery that spread across a weak and stricken land The crimson birth that swamped the earth in dark and deadly dreams And all mankind did bow beneath

and the madness that's pulling me into this. And the shades of the lamps are woven red. The light it stains and consecrates, anointing all forgotten forms that

and the madness that's pulling me into this. And the shades of the lamps are woven red. The light it stains and consecrates, anointing all forgotten forms that

and the madness that's pulling me into this. And the shades of the lamps are woven red. The light it stains and consecrates, anointing all forgotten forms that