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
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
Translation: Norma Jean. Coffinspire: Multitudes, Multitudes In The Valley Of Decision!.