Impaled - Wrought In Hell Lyrics
An eldritch study to beguile our throngThe irons that now bind us will be proven none to strongOur asomatic nostrum, we'll work hammer and tongsMy medical bag brims with surgical steelIf they're the tools for the job, my work will revealThis apparati insufficient, I'll concedeFor death to be undone, custom tools we'll needSmelted steel prepared to be forgedInstruments unimagined before - wrought in hellBio-morphic blades cleave whet stonesSlicing effortlessly through bonesSpreaders and clamps and brackets to fastenFor this craft we've found a passion - wrought in hellTo antique equipment we'll not be resignedUtilizing pieces of our own designBunsen burners conflagrate erlenmeyer flasksBurets are topped with bactericides distilled in casksFormaldahyde, ether, lividinous tincturesMedicinal vegetation we've culledA pestle grinds these pharmaceuticals - wrought in hellToxic particulates mixed with salineThe reagent turns a bright shade of greenThrough a rebreather, the stench is dulledAs bellows are topped with chemicals - wrought in hellWith tubing and pipe set into placeThis spectre of death we'll attempt to eraseTangled leads are wound around kaleidoscopic brainsWherein probes are intromitted in constipated veinsTransformer required to break mortal constrainsTurbines spin generating kinetic flowConductive kneck bolts will direct the current to goAC/DC, electrical, jump-start the physiological(solo: "666 Kill-O-Watts" by J. Kocol)My medical bag brims with that we have decreedThe tools of reanimation, now our work can proceedNew innovations to revivify all things rottenHearts will be made to pulse again with tools wrought in...Hell
