Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

A hammer to drive the in
A chisel to alter bone and
An algid to now provide
A link to where the resides

That still should pulse with ichor
Is an ethical dilemma to be
That a can be made to function
Is an enigma to decipher without

the dead may in mere slumber lie
Is a query that begs us to a reply
That rotting shall heave with breath
Is truly a matter of and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after

Augers employed to and peel
Gilding teeth with paste of bone meal
Their disassembled and scored
With sanguine expectations, gored

To reconnect nerve clusters
Our encaphalic skill, we
To arterial paths
Our hands engage in a blood

To reset and bone
Our powers are hewn
To restart cardial
Our is heating

A hammer to the chisel in
A to alter bone and skin
An algid stiff to now
A link to where the resides

That still hearts pulse with ichor
Is an dilemma to be sure
a body can be made to function
Is an enigma to decipher compunction

the dead may in mere slumber lie
Is a query that begs us to coax a
That rotting lungs shall heave breath
Is truly a matter of and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after

dripping a potion
To locomotion
Old hat at lifeless shells
But I never get used to the smell

Sutures of catgut stitched
Securing intestines in pitch
Along the sciatic, are defrayed
In our conclave, remade

This brain in a submerged
From a cranium we've
jellied ganglia to reconnect
From the medulla to the

This artery and vein shall
From pulmonary functions we'll
This tabula rasa we've sewn
it, coaxed, secrets to life unknown

A hammer to the chisel in
A to alter bone and skin
An algid to now provide
A link to the soul resides

That still hearts should pulse with
Is an ethical to be sure
a body can be made to function
Is an enigma to without compunction

That the dead may in mere lie
Is a query that begs us to coax a
rotting lungs shall heave with breath
Is truly a of life and death

The ressurectionists, the
No death after life