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

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
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weapons of faith and love. Synchronize your steps
to the sound of guns. This world is damned to hell
and it's a revelation. And this is a shallow
grave, adn it's on the highest rise, We stand on
its highest crest. I'll set myself on fire. Com
on, watch me burn. Poisoned now enough to kill ten
hundred men. The harvester's mouth has not gone
dry. [Joel 3:13-16]