Lletres:
Jean Norma Coffinspire

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

Traducció: Norma Jean. Coffinspire: Multituds, multituds a la vall.