With Their Flesh, He'll Create

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