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

Ravaged, torn, and carcass oozes from
wounds
Avulsed and sliced, the dermis weeps pus and
fluid clear, viscous goo
Prior to the incision, before my scalpel is
baptized wet
We the postmortem interval using a simple
algebraic for death...
A body core temperature measurement,
taken, is the order of the day
The corpse is lifted on its side and a in its
pants is cut in the most way
Lacerations leak wasted and fluid, as the body
in a predictable manner
My assistant lubricates the probe, a
massive 12-inch long thermometer...
...Freezing hold...
...Corpse cold...
...Cooling blood...
...An icy flood...
...The body a husk; its are spilt...
...This ferocious probing causes no guilt...
...A facet of my profession, this I've sworn...
...I stab forth the as the anus is torn...
Environmental conditions of the scene are
meticulously
And the room temperature of the dissection is
dubiously
The core temperature of the plummets through
means of
Physical science triumphs life as heat escapes
radiation...
Moritz's formula is the rule of thumb which I can
derive...
"98.6F - rectal ? 1.5"
This equation the time of death, though
is quite this ideal
Whether oral, rectal, brain or liver, I shall
the temperature with the zeal...
This method of detection has a cold-bloodedly
appeal
Observe the suppuration chill, pool,
and
Witness my barbarous intubation with
unsanitized
sodomizing corps-icles, making purple raw
drool...
...Freezing hold...
...Corpse cold...
...Cooling blood...
...An icy flood...
...Postmortem interval, the at hand...
...Thrusting the probe past the gland...
...The carcass is by deaths cold will...
...Not even rot can thwart its chill...