Whitechapel - To All That Are Dead - GTP табы

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