Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

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

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life

Augers to crack and peel
Gilding steel teeth with of bone meal
Their skulls disassembled and
sanguine expectations, meticulously gored

To reconnect filled clusters
Our skill, we muster
To reinstate arterial
Our hands engage in a bath

To joint and bone
Our powers are hewn
To cardial beating
Our is heating

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

That hearts should pulse with ichor
Is an ethical dilemma to be
That a body can be made to
Is an to decipher without compunction

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after

dripping a potion
To rekindle
Old hat at lifeless shells
But I shall get used to the smell

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

This in a solution submerged
a cranium we've purged
This ganglia to reconnect
the medulla to the neck

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

A hammer to drive the in
A chisel to alter bone and
An stiff to now provide
A to where the soul resides

That hearts should pulse with ichor
Is an ethical dilemma to be
That a body can be made to
Is an to decipher without compunction

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death life