Whitechapel To All That Are Dead song lyrics

I am the one who is always exhuming

I am the one you think you see in the darkest of nights

I have yet to reconcile the thoughts within myself

For still I am one with the dead

Oh, sanguine blood of thy corpse

Quench my thirst and stain my skin

Oh, how ironic it is to feel so alive

When you cease to exist

I adore what I have become

I have longed for such a love in my dreams

And my wrath will not subside until this love is mine

Forever I remain the hideous figure treading these unholy grounds

For I have failed the one who has created me

My conscious is telling me to ingest the flesh of the deceased

And with my tongue

I shall lick the graves of all who will follow me

Mark my words, they will pay

I still am one with the dead

And I swear to all that are dead