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