Whitechapel - A Bloodsoaked Symphony lyrics

My conscious froze when I felt the cold embrace of the hand that crafted me I set my soul ablaze I crawled through the nether and left a suicide letter next to my own severed head I think I should be dead but that’s the beauty of selling yourself to sin But again, we are men craving winter’s end Wishing to live within our origin again The door to immortality is shut I can’t take much more of the scent of mold This spherе of madness burning in my gut Has trapped me in this housе again Mother, I pray that your voice sings me to sleep To save my sanity from the sound of this blood-soaked symphony Father, I pray that your hand is warm again My pain will never end until you both come back to me Come back to me I can feel the devil’s presence, he never left this house Now I can live my third depth fantasy Draw him straight to me and drain every last drop from his arteries A sacrifice of blood wakes the eye It looks to turn this iron into gold I place my hand upon the ancient god I surrender my life I bring the gift of resurrection The power returns from which it came Now grant me what I have gifted Mother, father come back to me Come back to me In blood and bone I carve an oath To save this boy from this shattered home Tonight we bathe in blood and drink From the skull of the beast that left his heart so cold In a perfect world we could take his whole family’s soul And fuel our hearts with the hate I have For the beast in us all Mother, I pray that your voice sings me to sleep To save my sanity from the sound of this blood-soaked symphony Father, I pray that your hand is warm again My pain will never end until you both come back to me