| Song | The End Of All Things Will Be Televised |
| Artist | Norma Jean |
| Album | Redeemer |
| 作曲 : Norma Jean | |
| All we know will be folded. A day of clouds. Creation waits… | |
| Get away blue collar instrument | |
| Get away politicians and priests | |
| Refined to consume | |
| It will be laid down | |
| On the necks of the pure | |
| The proud and the damned | |
| Your day will come | |
| Turn the page, embrace your | |
| Comforting company | |
| The sun beats down on your | |
| Comforting company | |
| Everything is burning because | |
| Tonight the south is on fire! | |
| The south is on fire. | |
| Creation waits in eager expectation. Anxious. Patient. | |
| Heaven will pause. | |
| Get away blue collar instrument | |
| Get away politicians and priests | |
| Refined to consume | |
| It will be laid down | |
| On the necks of the pure | |
| The proud and the… | |
| Comforting company | |
| The sun beats down on your | |
| Comforting company | |
| Everything is burning from your | |
| Comforting company | |
| The sun beats down on your | |
| Comforting company | |
| The seas are boiling | |
| Out comes the light | |
| Awake and rehearse | |
| Out comes the demons | |
| I never saw you | |
| Out comes the mercy | |
| Shutting down hell | |
| Bite down until it bleeds | |
| Out comes the exit | |
| All things complete | |
| O infamous city, full of turmoil, I'm terrified at your collapse | |
| The kings, they shudder with horror, their faces distorted with fear | |
| Endless empires gently brushed away in the blink of an eye | |
| All Creation, wilted. | |
| Captain, the ship is sinking. Have mercy. |
| zuò qǔ : Norma Jean | |
| All we know will be folded. A day of clouds. Creation waits | |
| Get away blue collar instrument | |
| Get away politicians and priests | |
| Refined to consume | |
| It will be laid down | |
| On the necks of the pure | |
| The proud and the damned | |
| Your day will come | |
| Turn the page, embrace your | |
| Comforting company | |
| The sun beats down on your | |
| Comforting company | |
| Everything is burning because | |
| Tonight the south is on fire! | |
| The south is on fire. | |
| Creation waits in eager expectation. Anxious. Patient. | |
| Heaven will pause. | |
| Get away blue collar instrument | |
| Get away politicians and priests | |
| Refined to consume | |
| It will be laid down | |
| On the necks of the pure | |
| The proud and the | |
| Comforting company | |
| The sun beats down on your | |
| Comforting company | |
| Everything is burning from your | |
| Comforting company | |
| The sun beats down on your | |
| Comforting company | |
| The seas are boiling | |
| Out comes the light | |
| Awake and rehearse | |
| Out comes the demons | |
| I never saw you | |
| Out comes the mercy | |
| Shutting down hell | |
| Bite down until it bleeds | |
| Out comes the exit | |
| All things complete | |
| O infamous city, full of turmoil, I' m terrified at your collapse | |
| The kings, they shudder with horror, their faces distorted with fear | |
| Endless empires gently brushed away in the blink of an eye | |
| All Creation, wilted. | |
| Captain, the ship is sinking. Have mercy. |