God itself, for him has always beennA stupid, grotesque person worthless to believe innWith the help of his sick morbidous studiesnHe denied god's existence with demented theoriesnnHe can revive, immortalizenThe coldest flesh now dead for a whilennLimbs of those forgottennStructures his creationnWhich now awaitsnThe ominous resurrectionnnThe light of life, through his syringe glowsnSoon, in the veins the soul will flownInjections in a body once deceased... Re-animatesnThe flesh-made puzzle soon will start to breathenRegeneratennRemoving stiffness in every limbnMetabolism of life has started from withinnnTerrified, he beholdsnThe rise of his creationnGuided by an artificial soulnZombified, uncontrollednnWith their flesh, he'll create...nWith their flesh, he'll create...nnRemnants of the deadnStructured his creationnWhich has failednThe ominous resurrection