Wrought In Hell Lyrics - 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 

Formaldehyde, 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 re-breather, 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 hell