מילים לשיר Frankenstein – Iced Earth

A mastermind in the old watchtower
Prying eyes must never find.
Insanity, such a fine line
Playing God in the final hour
And the loss of his dearly loved
Overwhelmed by the mourning process
The Doctor's work is now obsession
What is life? What's beyond? He wants to know what it's like to be God
To reanimate lifeless tissues
Creating life with his own hands
A slave to passion and his morbid side
The Devil's work, the doctors plan
A man of wealth and a genius mind
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
Lightning strikes, it's the witching hour
A victim of man's vanity
I've got to know the meaning of life
Born in delirium, a deranged child
He turns his back on his own creation
The monstrosity comes alive
Chaos ensues, the innocent die Who's the monster?
Who's the victim?
Crucify! Crucify.