The Second Coming
Chelsea Grin
No more heroes
No more ties
No more saviours
No more lies
Promise me, promise me that with a crown of thorns
I will be made devine in the eyes of the damned
I lead the path unto a blackened world
I drank the blood of the saints
I'm a vessel of unholiness
Vessel of unholiness
I am more than a malignant spirit
I will spread my plague until the sun blacks out
Promise me
Promise me
Promise me
No more heroes
Promise me
No more saviours
You want a God?
I'll give you something to live for
Promise me that I will be made God
Promise me
Feel my hate and sacrifice your entity
No more ties
No more saviours
No more lies