Coffinspire : Multitudes, Multitudes in the Valley of Decision!-Norma Jean

They rest, they rest, they rest, they rest They rest on the coast and the tide 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, they do not struggle at all This will speak of the end and will not prove false And it's the time to move on with the weapons of faith and love Faith and love and faith and love and Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns, yeah Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns This world is damned to hell and it's a revelation This is a shallow grave [Incomprehensible] It's on the highest rise, we stand on its highest crest I'll set myself on fire, come on, watch me burn Come on, watch me burn, come on, watch me burn Come on, watch me burn, come on, watch me burn Poisoned now enough to kill, poisoned now Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men Poisoned, poisoned Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns, yeah Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns The harvester's mouth has not gone dry The harvester's mouth has not gone dry The harvester's mouth has not gone dry, gone dry