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In a fraction of a second night

Falls and blackness covers us

Where do we go now? No one knows no one left to trust

Our pitiful creation is waiting ruthless in the dark

Picking up the scent of all victims that wear the mark

I am only the assistant of a genius scientist

Chased away from university, no longer able to carry that risk

Herbert west’s his name he calls himself Re-Animator

Within the meaning of mankind we had to become tomb raiders

The elements conspire

A dear price for our desire

A critter so unnaturally forged of fire

In the beginning the experiments were foredoomed to failure

Because for the best results we had to pick them up earlier

Only the freshest corpse would be able to live again

Unfortunately the consequence is eternal pain