Wrought In Hell

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