Coffinspire: Multitudes, Multitudes In The Valley Of Decision!

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