A mastermind in the old watchtower
Prying eyes must never find.
Playing God in the final hour
Insanity, such a fine line
Overwhelmed by the mourning process
And the loss of his dearly loved
The Doctor´s work is now obsession
What is life? What´s beyond?
He wants to know what it´s like to be God
Creating life with his own hands
To reanimate lifeless tissues
The Devil´s work, the doctors plan
A man of wealth and a genius mind
A slave to passion and his morbid side
Robbing graves of the nearly dead
Erratic tendencies, a troubled mind
I will create in my own image
If God can then why can´t I?
No thought of the consequences
I´ve got to know the meaning of life
Lightning strikes, it´s the witching hour
The monstrosity comes alive
A victim of man´s vanity
Born in delirium, a deranged child
He turns his back on his own creation
Chaos ensues, the innocent die
Who´s the monster?
Who´s the victim?
Crucify!!! Crucify!!!
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