Текст (слова) песни: Norma Jean - Coffinspire

They rest on the coast and teh die is impending.
We pull at the motionless and static,
but the torrent has crowned their heads.
it fills their ears and it makes them ill.
they do not struggle at all.
This will speak of the end, and will not prove false.
It is time to move on with the weapons of faith and love.
Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns.
This world is damned to hell and its a revelation.
And this is a shallow grave, adn its on the highest rise,
We stand on its highest crest.
Ill set myself on fire. Com on, watch me burn.
Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men.
The harvesters mouth has not gone dry.
[Joel 3:13-16]
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