Luyện nghe bài hát Algor Mortis... The Linear Rate Of Cadaveric Cooling

Ravaged, torn, and punctured-the carcass from
multiple
Avulsed and sliced, the weeps pus and purge
fluid clear, viscous goo
Prior to the initial incision, my scalpel is
bloody wet
We determine the interval using a simple
formula for death...
A body core temperature measurement,
taken, is the order of the day
The corpse is on its side and a slit in its
is cut in the most delicate way
Lacerations leak wasted and fluid, as the body
cools in a manner
My assistant the thermo-couple probe, a
12-inch long chemical thermometer...
...Freezing hold...
...Corpse cold...
...Cooling blood...
...An icy flood...
...The body a husk; its are spilt...
...This ferocious anal probing no guilt...
...A facet of my profession, duty I've sworn...
...I forth the thermometer as the anus is torn...
conditions of the crime scene are
meticulously
And the room temperature of the dissection is
noted
The temperature of the carcass plummets through
of convection
Physical science triumphs over life as escapes
radiation...
Moritz's formula is the rule of thumb from I can
derive...
"98.6F - rectal ? 1.5"
This equation the time of death, though
nothing is this ideal
Whether oral, rectal, brain or liver, I monitor
the temperature the greatest zeal...
This gelid method of detection has a
frigid
Observe the sanguine-streaked chill, pool,
and
Witness my barbarous severe with
tools
Truculently sodomizing corps-icles, making raw
drool...
...Freezing hold...
...Corpse cold...
...Cooling blood...
...An icy flood...
...Postmortem interval, the at hand...
...Thrusting the past the prostate gland...
...The carcass is conquered by cold will...
...Not even bactericidal rot can its chill...