Culte Des Mortes

Medical research
Beyond our beliefs
The purpose of cures
Immorality I seek
Encased for the future
When dead is my disease
I hatch from my tomb
New born you must belive

Technology has bred me
My reawakening has come
Crionic I breath
Crionic I breath
The search for immortality
All ease to my life
The endless darkness now opens
I welcome the touch of light

Cryonic bodies lie deep in wait
Anaesthetic their burden, the ice now seeps
Shaken the dead, they rot in the earth
The promises they missed , they inherit the earth
Cryonic I breath cryonic ,I’ve become
The search for immortality, my life has begun

Science advances
Reasons to belive
The conquest of fears
Immortality I seek
My awaiting now over
The dead hear my cry
I reach from my burden
Born I hear you cry