โหลดเพลง mp3 To All That Are Dead - Whitechapel

To All That Are Dead - Whitechapel
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
And I swear

To all that are dead
I swear

To all that are dead

And I swear

I swear to all that are dead

And I swear to all that are dead

And I swear to all that are dead
Now

And I swear to all that are dead