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
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... HellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
