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

Ravaged, torn, and carcass oozes from
wounds
Avulsed and sliced, the weeps pus and purge
with clear, viscous goo
Prior to the initial incision, my scalpel is
baptized wet
We the postmortem interval using a simple
algebraic for death...
A direct body temperature measurement,
postmortemly taken, is the of the day
The corpse is lifted on its and a slit in its
pants is cut in the most way
Lacerations leak heat and fluid, as the body
in a predictable 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 stab forth the thermometer as the is torn...
conditions of the crime scene are
meticulously
And the temperature of the dissection room is
noted
The core temperature of the carcass plummets
of convection
Physical science triumphs over as heat escapes
radiation...
Moritz's formula is the of thumb from which I can
derive...
"98.6F - rectal ? 1.5"
This equation produces the time of death,
nothing is this ideal
Whether oral, rectal, or liver, I shall monitor
the temperature with the zeal...
This gelid of detection has a cold-bloodedly
frigid
Observe the sanguine-streaked chill, pool,
and
Witness my barbarous intubation with
unsanitized
Truculently sodomizing corps-icles, 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 bactericidal rot can its chill...