Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision... 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 fill 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 weapons of faith and love. Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns. This world is damned to hell and it's a revalation. And this shallow grave, and it's on the highest rise. We stand on it's highest crest. I'll set my self on fire. Come on, watch me burn. Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men. The harvester's mouth has not gone dry.
Joel 3 : 13 - 16 - Norma Jean



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Who I Am
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Room With a View
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I am the drummer for the melodic hardcore/ambient/progressive band Cher Nobyl. Check it out at

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