Battlesword - Spirit to the Flesh

In the darkness I feel secure
The blackest night is my only friend
Protecting me whilst like a villain
Forbidden places I attend
Hiding in the shadows during my search
For the final part to finish my work
For what could be a gift for mankind
In their eyes is a godless crime
There ́s nobody whom I can trust
I know I ́m alone, but I must go on
At the most desperate moment
I now succeed
Nearly all my hope was lost
But now I can go on
On the most cursed graveyard
On gallow ́s hill
Choosing the freshest grave
Digging deep in unholy ground
I take the head away
Take it to my lab
A creature built from rotten flesh
Exhumed but still dead
As I ́m awaiting the coming storm
The end draws near, just one step to go
I will pass the borders of science and belief
One perfect lightning I need
Ten million volts to induce life
Although their ignorance is the true heresy
I know they will condemn me for my blasphemy
And so I fall on my knees and pray
“Oh mighty, heavenly forces
–please –
Give spirit to the flesh