Frankenstein Lyrics - Horror Show - Iced Earth

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(replace with newly?) dead 

Erratic tendencies, a troubled mind 

Chorus: 

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!