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 Doctors work is now obsession
What is life? Whats beyond?
He wants to know what its like to be God
Creating life with his own hands
To reanimate lifeless tissues
The Devils 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 wi will create in my own image
If God can then why can not I?
No thought of the consequences
I have got to know the meaning of life
Lightning strikes, its the witching hour
The monstrosity comes alive
A victimof mans vanity
Born in delirium, a deranged child
He turns his back on his own creation
Chaos ensues, the innocent die
Whos the monster?
Whos the victim?
Crucify Crucify
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Iced Earth
Frankenstein :: Iced Earth