Flesh Architect - Puteraeon

Darkness around me

I feel a chill

The graves are open

My dream fulfilled

Select the finest parts

To create my god

I hack it up

And leave the mud

I will give it life

My god of thousand parts

Dead flesh architect

Infested with scars

Funerals I atend

To find the perfect dead

Searching through obituarys

Legs, arms, guts or a head

With love of my work

Details are essential

No room for errors

I’m creating god

Darkness around me

I feel a chill

The graves are open

My dream fulfilled

Select the finest parts

To create my god

I hack it up

And leave the mud

I will give it life

My god of thousand parts

Dead flesh architect

Infested with scars