Is it not enough that death consumes your life?
The shadow stole your living heart,
Your family, your wife.
The trocar drains the corpses dry
The veins are severed and still you try
To give life to the dead.
This is not true alchemy
There is no key in mercury
Dig deep beneath your eye
But the soul is long gone when you die.
Your blood-stained amputation saw
captures your pale reflection
You look like death, thus face to face
You see no imperfection
Spark life in decomposing flesh
Bring back what never should be lost
And breathe the ashes of your world
When your soul pays the cost.
Oh Victor, if you'd only see
The monster that you've made of me
This soul is not my own
And I'm condemned to walk alone.
I know that it was with true love
That this madness was bred
But you must understand, my love,
That I'd rather be dead...