Album Name : This Is Exile
Release Date : 2008-07-08
Song Duration : 3:42
Whitechapel Eternal Refuge
My eyes are slowly dilating pure black,
Skin stretched as if about to tear.
There's a wretched stench of rotting limbs,
Erect I am from this smell.
Pain, please end the pain.
I submit to whoever is causing this pain
In a sense I enjoy the agony,
Subconsciously I am aroused.
F..ck!
By now I should be f..cking dead,
But these sacred grounds I still tread
Never underestimate immortality.
My memory is slowly wallowing back.
I have the power of possession in my hands
Becoming stronger every step that I take
I will destroy what has done this to me.
Human scum will abide by my words,
This planet is doomed, this planet is doomed.
Pray for a savior to liberate your kind.
Beg for peace
It will expire
I am here
To seal your f..cking fate,
Scum of the earth.
You're all a f..cking waste of life.
No heretic will stop what is invincible
How could I thank you for your time?
My name will forever live inside those who appreciate
The absence of light and suffering.
I assure everything isn't what it seems to be
F..ck your faith,
F..ck your kind,
F..ck your ways,
F..ck your world.