Luyện nghe bài hát Resurrectionists

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

That still hearts 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 shall heave with breath
Is truly a matter of and death

The ressurectionists, the
No more after life

Augers employed to crack and
Gilding steel teeth with of bone meal
skulls disassembled and scored
With sanguine expectations, meticulously

To reconnect nerve filled
Our encaphalic skill, we
To arterial paths
Our engage in a blood bath

To reset and bone
Our mending powers are
To restart beating
Our defibrillator is

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

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after

Intra-venously a potion
To rekindle
Old hat at plundering shells
But I never get used to the smell

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

This in a solution submerged
From a cranium purged
This jellied to reconnect
the medulla to the neck

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

A hammer to drive the in
A chisel to alter and skin
An algid to now provide
A link to where the soul

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

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

The ressurectionists, the
No more death after