A Bloodsoaked Symphony Songtext
von 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
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, yeah

The door to 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 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
(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
Come back to me
Come back