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      [Lead: Marcoux]      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      [Lead: Lemay]      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 resurrection