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, imortalize The coldest flesh now dead for a while
Limbs of those forgotten Structures his creation Which now awaits The omnious resurrection
The light of life, through his syringe glows Soon, in the veinsm 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 omnious resurrectionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
