A body kept in extreme cold
With no allow, with no life
By the long of longest ages
Increasing the pride of human race
Cryonics!
A monster will rise
Cryonics!
Human being regrets
Searching for the own wreck
Playing at being God, being God!
A corrupted creation can do that?
Doing the wrong things as always
Then only a monster could rise
Cryonics!
The creation will rise
There is no time to cry
We must stand as, as one
Or fall divided, alone
Sure in the end, we gone
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