Erection - Christian Death

Steely fingers

Pry open the cask and creep inside

Inside that cracked little weld

A turbine threw a blade

Clamps firmly in place

Nothing was wrong with his primary system

A terrific airy rasp

The iron dust flew like powders

Billows clouds of fire

Shoot it down, down, down

Slam it into the valves

Kill it off, off, off

Remove the tools in motion