Feared by dogmatics and systematically oppressed Science my crime, medicine I confess Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my work For in the coronal plane is where I would lurk Forced underground, six feet deep is precise A labour for knowledge by my own device Maggots and worms my constant companions Pillaging crypts and defiling their coffins Archaic alchemists must be put to rest Notions of prima matter I'll test When the casket's exhumed and I've broken the seal It's surely just flesh and blood I'll reveal A nidorous air pervades through my lab A noxious bi-product of the stiff on the slab I meticulously sketch the skins contours and grains Then probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and veins Methodical excision to lay bare the bones For understanding of anatomical unknowns Though necrosis makes the facts harder to confer I'm proud to be a cadaverous cartographer Slicing through mortal shells Discerning the secrets they tell Engaged in necrology Gross anatomy Surgery on fresh human corpses A putrid employ to read what the gore says Knowledge my aim, blasphemes they claim Negating all their spiritual discourses (solo: "Quæ Prosunt Omnibus Artibus" by S.C. McGrath) Retractors split open the chest cavity Ocular scopes provide a glimpse into humanity... Inhumanity Excavations are clear There is no soul here (solo: "Tales From The Crypt" by A.S. LaBarre) (solo: "The Vitruvian Man" by S.C. McGrath) (solo: "Encyclopædia Anatomica" by A.S. LaBarre) A labyrinth of nerves and muscles explored Their designs in my necronomicon are stored Spinal tendrils extend through all planes Cognition lies not in the heart but the brain Visceral gears are each recorded and weighed A corporeal blueprint for mankind I have made Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would seem We are all nothing but organic machines Slicing through mortal shells Discerning the secrets they tell Engaged in necrology