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