God itself, for him has always been

A stupid, grotesque person worthless to believe in

With the help of his sick morbidous studies

He denied god's existence with demented theories



He can revive, immortalize

The coldest flesh now dead for a while



Limbs of those forgotten

Structures his creation

Which now awaits

The ominous resurrection



The light of life, through his syringe glows

Soon, in the veins the soul will flow

Injections in a body once deceased... Re-animates

The flesh-made puzzle soon will start to breathe

Regenerate



Removing stiffness in every limb

Metabolism of life has started from within



Terrified, he beholds

The rise of his creation

Guided by an artificial soul

Zombified, uncontrolled



With their flesh, he'll create...

With their flesh, he'll create...



Remnants of the dead

Structured his creation

Which has failed

The ominous resurrection