Wrought In Hell - Impaled

An eldritch study to beguile our throng

The irons that now bind us will be proven none to strong

Our asomatic nostrum, we’ll work hammer and tongs

My medical bag brims with surgical steel

If they’re the tools for the job, my work will reveal

This apparati insufficient, I’ll concede

For death to be undone, custom tools we’ll need

Smelted steel prepared to be forged

Instruments unimagined before — wrought in hell

Bio-morphic blades cleave whet stones

Slicing effortlessly through bones

Spreaders and clamps and brackets to fasten

For this craft we’ve found a passion — wrought in hell

To antique equipment we’ll not be resigned

Utilizing pieces of our own design

Bunsen burners conflagrate erlenmeyer flasks

Burets are topped with bactericides distilled in casks

Formaldahyde, ether, lividinous tinctures

Medicinal vegetation we’ve culled

A pestle grinds these pharmaceuticals — wrought in hell

Toxic particulates mixed with saline

The reagent turns a bright shade of green

Through a rebreather, the stench is dulled

As bellows are topped with chemicals — wrought in hell

With tubing and pipe set into place

This spectre of death we’ll attempt to erase

Tangled leads are wound around kaleidoscopic brains

Wherein probes are intromitted in constipated veins

Transformer required to break mortal constrains

Turbines spin generating kinetic flow

Conductive kneck bolts will direct the current to go

AC/DC, electrical, jump-start the physiological

(solo: «666 Kill-O-Watts» by J. Kocol)

My medical bag brims with that we have decreed

The tools of reanimation, now our work can proceed

New innovations to revivify all things rotten

Hearts will be made to pulse again with tools wrought in…

Hell