Texty:
Chelsea Grin Desolation Of Eden

its? like to bleed You will feel this pain everyday Every ounce of blood you spill is real No more tree of life And its all your fault Desolation of Eden

: This is the sonnet of the wretched Can you hear their screams? Your prayers won?t be heard They will rise When daylight dies they come and bring

: This will be your bleak dissolution. I will rid the world of your filth. And I will scourge you with no remorse. I will abolish all the pain you've

: Who are you to decide what the meaning of perfection is and what makes you so high and mighty? You're just like a weed slowly getting bigger but killing

: [Instrumental]

: Looking in the mirror you begin to contemplate your sanity last nights horrors were far to much for you to fucking take You cry out in terror, corpses

what its? like to bleed You will feel this pain everyday Every ounce of blood you spill is real No more tree of life And its all your fault Desolation of Eden

Looking in the mirror you begin to contemplate your sanity last nights horrors were far to much for you to fucking take You cry out in terror, corpses

This is your last judgement Time to pay the final price