A Bloodsoaked Symphony Lyrics - Whitechapel

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 &
Left a suicide letter next
Too my own severed head
I think I should be dead but that’s
The beauty of selling yourself too sin
But again, we are men craving winter’s end
Wishing too live within our origin again

The door too immortality is shut
I can’t take much more of the scent of mold
This sphere of madness burning in my gut
Has trapped me in this house again

Mother, I pray that your voice sings me too sleep
Too 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 too me

I can feel the devil’s presence
He never left this house
Now I can live my third depth fantasy
Draw him straight too 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 too me
Come back too me

In blood and bone I carve an oath
Too 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 too me
Come back too me
Come back